[h1][color=Crimson]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1]

Everything went well enough until Argus felt the pressure around his neck, his eyes opening wide as his breath caught in his throat, instinctively leaping away from the witch as one hand went to his throat, the other whipping out as if he was trying to summon a wall of magic between him and her. One formed, but it was nearly as big or wild as ones he had formed in the past, showing that the seal was working at last. Argus, however, seemed particularly panicked as he held his throat, taking deep breaths as he tried to center himself in the present moment. Flashes of his first times being sent to the pits rolling into his mind like a wave. While the collar then had been thicker and more chaffing then the presence he'd felt around his neck now, it still felt extremely unpleasant to the point where his skin was positively crawling. On the back of his neck, the silver rose would suddenly be besieged by a halo of crimson flames, trying to burn away the unwelcome presence in response to his distress.

However, after a minute or two, everything calmed down, both the wall of flaming magic and the fire on his neck dying down as he knelt down, trying to stop the shaking that he felt racking his body, struggling not to tear at his own throat until he drew blood. For now, he settled for the spot on his neck where the brand from his time in that hellhole remained, magically scarred into his skin and one of the multiple reminders he had of his time there. As he stood up, one would notice him absent-mindedly rubbing at his bandaged covered wrists, before he noticed the motion and forced his hands into his pockets, taking a breath as he walked a bit closer to them, looking a mix between remorseful of his sudden action, and very, very annoyed at the two in front of them. The latter was becoming increasingly prevalent as he walked closer, however, cleary the stronger of the two emotions.

[color=Crimson]"A little warning would've. . . *sigh* forget it, you couldn't have known I'd react that way. It just. . . brought back some bad memories is all."[/color] Argus put his head into his hands for a moment, taking another breath as he slowly ran them through his air. His eyes would turn skyward momentarily,as if he was considering something, before he leveled his gaze at both of the two before him, his voice taking on a rather deadly serious tone. [color=Crimson]"But just to be clear, after we're done hear, I'm going to put all of my effort it getting this think off myself. I don't care what you say, what the crimson knight says, even what Sanders says. I'm [b]NEVER[/b] wearing a collar or chains again, in any way, shape or form, Got it?[/color]

He'd hold their gaze as they respond to his statement, his face remaining neutral no matter what they said, as he felt he'd showed these two a bit more of his vulnerability than he liked. Whenever they finished, he'd simply wait for them to take him where ever he needed to be brought, not really in a talkative mood. As he waited, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't help but feel his neck, the pressure there seeming to only increase as he stood there. Every cell in his body was screaming at him to burn this damned seal of, and then to scrape at his neck with steel wool in an effort to get rid of the feeling that currently was driving him ever closer to agitation. In all of the excitement, he'd completely forgotten about Leo's presence, his attention focused almost entirely inward at the moment as he struggled to reel in his impulses.

[@Caits][@Lugubrious]