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Grayson narrowed his eyes and decided to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, strangely though his features would seem familiar.

"Kazar," Grayson repeated, "I do not believe I know who that is, however if you would like to join me in the study with my master, I am pretty sure we can figure this out."

Grayson own interaction in the events of that morning had been more focused on protecting his own. He had a strange feeling that this person in front of him had some connection to it. Something was off about the boy, Grayson didn't see the gasmask, and who was he to judge on normal. But Rethyn's aura seemed disconnected, and chaotic, and for what it was worth didn't have a center. He wondered if he could help, maybe if he could center the aura, Rethyn's would be able to focus and remember. This was a dangerous curiosity though. One he would have to ask permission to do, from both the one in front of him and his master.

He stood there trying to remember, following Tristan, seeing the creature, holding back. There had been a girl...and she did look like the boy standing in front of him. Grayson remember the eyes. Yet what had happened to her, he was beginning to wonder if he had missed something. He had a feeling Tristan had come in with more then anger before. He didn't want to say anything, mostly because he had a feeling the other wasn't going to like the answer.