When Heat turns away, there is a strange pain in Serph's chest. Somehow, it feels like once again Heat is slipping away from him. But this time, he's here to see it happening. That somehow, he's driving Heat away.

Siezed by impulse, Serph reaches to grab Heat by the shoulder before he can walk off. But the words he really wants to say seem to be stuck in his throat.

"We're the only ones from the Junkyard," he says instead, wings tucked tightly at his back, tense. They're the only ones who know what it was like to live there. "Everyone else... they come from different lands."

He won't stop Heat from pulling back, but he won't have Heat hunt alone either.