He'd only made a casual remark; nothing intentionally spiteful, not that he couldn't have turned around and easily rattled off a thousand reasons or more why he had every good reason to despise the Iron Hand and everything they did. It was surprising though, to see that it had such an immediate and profound effect on Kylar. He took a step back, letting Crimson take over with her reassurances. Telling him that he was working for good. Saving lives by killing others. Funny to think how many people slept at night, all over the world, telling each-other exactly the same thing. Everyone thought they were doing good. Everyone thought they were saving lives, even if it meant killing others. Nir'wei kept his thoughts to himself though. He stood, tight-lipped, nodded with a smile to Crimson and added in his own little tidbit at the end. "You know, the fact that you have such a hard time deciding whether what you're doing is the right thing, means that you care more about it than most. Especially those who don't give any thought at all."
That moment aside, it was time to get back into the meaty conversation. "The bond is something everyone wants, I think." Sure, there were a few who thought themselves too mighty to lower themselves to equal footing with Volareon, even Jacadon in some of the extreme cases. "It's something every animal has. That... hrm. You can't explain it, can you?" He grinned at Kylar; perhaps one of the few people that might actually understand what he was talking about, with a curious glance towards Crimson as well, to see if she shared the same mindset. "That connection. That understanding that surpasses everything else."
Hunting was similar. Not identical, not even very close really, but, similar. "You see the fight, yes. The game of survival. The others just see simple, brutal killing and nothing more, as if they'd have the same amount of enjoyment from killing an animal while it's still in a cage. They don't appreciate what it is they're doing." Despite himself, a grin built on the corners of his mouth. "The stalking, the tracking. They pull ahead, you follow. Sometimes they win, they throw you off and you can never find them again, and they win the game. Other times, they're not smart enough, and you chase them down. They fight, you fight, together locked in a battle the likes of which seasoned warriors could never find on the harshest battlefields." He laughed at his own melodramatic speech and how utterly ridiculous it sounded now, but he kept going. "The true battle lasts trials. Trials sitting in a tent, staring at the night sky, just thinking about it. Trials scouting the landscape, following the tracks, losing them, finding them again. A gruelling challenge... and, at the end, a thrilling climax as you take your prize. If they lose, they lose. The battle is what matters, though."
He'd not realized just how heavily he was breathing. A tiny translucent paw was waving back and forth over his eyes; Archailist trying to snap him back into the current reality. "Oh. Uh. Heh, sorry." Nir'wei smiled sheepishly. "Alright, let's move along to the Jacadon. Now, they're quite a bit more restrained, because unlike the Volareon, all of them are already bound to a rider of their own; that's the only way they arrive here, because a Blazer has ascended the Burning Mountains and successfully passed the task set to them by the young Jacadon, while surviving its overprotective parents," Nir'wei rattled on as he started strolling down the corridor of stalls, towards the next building along. His voice fired off remarks, all the information he could remember over the past near-Arc of Gaspards informative lectures, and more still from the Blazers that visited.
The rest of the tour, unfortunately, wasn't as interesting as Sorclen. The Volareon's foot was treated successfully thanks to the early diagnosis, and as the sun set and Nir'wei came to the end of his tour, he promised that next time they came back, Sorclen would still be waiting for them. After all, the young bird was still in training. He wouldn't be going anywhere for at least a few more seasons. By then, who knew? Maybe Kylar would be the one that took his reins.