The Magenta and The Golden
For some reason, staring down that godly storm as the clouds spun like a whirlpool into that ominous singularity, even as his heart pounded, he wasn't afraid. Excitement swirled in his body, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he found himself wishing to confront it head-on.
'When I assimilate an aspect of somebody, I believe I inherit more than just a power from them…It's against everything I would've done, but for some reason–I really want to face this guy. I want to test myself, that's from Raven–I hate the idea of that creepy bastard influencing me, but this feeling in my chest, wanting to fight for my world, for humanity–that's you, Damian. A twisted unison of the slayer and the warrior–it sure creates a reckless desire to fight with all I've got,' the thought surfaced with the briefest of smiles.