You. Yes you. I see you looking at me.
Who are you?!
Dragoon, Dragoon... no! You can't be!
I remember the Dragoons... my dear friends.
You are not a Dragoon!
My mind raged. This person before me. So much like the Red-Eye Dragoon of millennia past. But he was not. I had seen the Red-Eye Dragoon turned to stone.
How dare you carry a Dragoon Spirit!?
I couldn't stop myself. I attacked before I knew what I was doing.
So much like the Red-Eye Dragoon; had I not witnessed his death, I would have sworn that this boy was him. But I knew better. And I didn't stop myself once I realized what I was doing.
Imposter! You are not a Dragoon! I'll kill you!
I pursued him as he ran. How I despised this man who looked so much like a Dragoon. But he wasn't. Oh, how I wished he was! But I knew he wasn't!
False Dragoon, this day shall be your last!!
Then I felt her presence. Her, the one that survived. The one that lived. She jumped in front of me, she RESCUED the false Dragoon! I roared my fury, but I did not interfere. Unlike the young man, she really was a Dragoon. And I would not compete with her, not of my own free will I wouldn't.
Very well, Rose. If you want him to live, he will live. For now...