"Uhhh, yeah? It [i]is[/i] your fault. It's [i]ALL[/i] your fault. This situation you got us in right now is completely [i]your[/i] doing." Quincy's expression couldn't help but curl into one of confusion and disbelief. [i]"What's this guy going on about? Hatred? Monsters?" [/i] He squinted a bit as he tried to figure Axon out. He was ready to give the boy another piece of his mind, until Oberon entered the scene, saying essentially everything he was going to say himself. "Yes! Thank you, Oberon! I'm [i]not[/i] going crazy here!" He addressed the armor-clad rider. "It's not just me thinking he really handled the situation the wrong way." He added. "I mean, couldn't he have just, approached us? I'm failing to understand why he thought he needed to be a sneak." He sounded smart for once. It was a rare occasion. 

[b]...Like, what are we going to do with you?"[/b] Oberon stared the kid down, yet seemed to calm. Quincy crossed his arms once more.  "Let's keep him with us." Quincy piped up, surprisingly. "He said he wanted to prove himself for whatever reason, so let's have him help. After all, why would we turn down someone who just wants to help us save our home?" Quincy shrugged. Then, he gave his own staredown to the dingy kid, but with this time with less of a furrowed brow. 

"I dunno why you call yourselves monsters. I dunno why you think i'm supposed to hate you (other than, y'know, the nut kicking thing).  Dude, I don't even know who you [i]are[/i]. But, if anything, if you really felt the need to defy those feelings, now would be the best time to do it, yeah?" He smirked.