Valdis began to stroke the cat, smoothing down his fluff with absentminded gentleness. Anton trusted Hopeless, but she couldn't shake the wariness she had of him. She didn't particularly like that he could be in her head and she wouldn't know. At least when she was in someone's head, they knew, even if they didn't like it...not that that made it better.

"I wish I could agree with you," she replied, "But I'm an empath, I can feel the gist, I feel the fluctuations in its anger, I can feel Anton fighting with it."

She sighed, "Perhaps he isn't blinded by emotion, but it concerns me. I can't fight the gist for him, and if he loses...well, the gist has killed me before and I fear that the only way I could stop it, is the one thing I could never do."