Raven's eyes widened in shock. "You want my Guardian Spirit? Why?"
I met her gaze calmly. "Because I believe I can tame it."
She gawked at me like I had sprouted horns. "You're insane. No one can tame the Warrior-King. He's a monster—a force of destruction. He's too dangerous to let loose."
"I have to try," I insisted, my voice steady. "You said it yourself—you're frightened of him. You don't want anyone else getting hurt. If you want, I can make him go away. I could transfer the Warrior-King to another host."
Raven frowned, studying me carefully. "...You mean yourself as the host."
I gave a faint smirk but said nothing.
She fell quiet, her eyes searching mine, her fingers twisting the fabric of her sleeve.
Then, to my surprise, she shook her head firmly. "No. I can't do it."
