Dare was almost completely frozen in his place, frowning. He hadn't even done anything wrong and here someone was about to go kill him. They didn't know about him, the torture he went through; in fact, he took it greatly as experience. He wouldn't be here had not he'd been hurt all his life...
"There's no limit to perfecting a power," he said, matter-of-factly. He rolled his eyes at the other male's comments. "I wasn't playing with fire, as you said I was. I wasn't playing with fire."
He had no idea why they were reprimanded him; saying that he shouldn't play with power, which he had absolute control over it. But that's how the world probably worked. Why would he care if he got hurt? He always did, and always would.
"What risks? I have no risks; I can completely control my powers."
'I know you never care about getting hurt from yourself, but it's not bad to have people care about you, I guess.'
'And your meaning?'
Dari quieted after, knowing that his brother wasn't in a good mood; then again, he never was. It wasn't exactly bad to have him not exactly happy, but he didn't think he should enjoy arguing even more when there was already two people talking to him.
Without a reply, Dare stood dazed, bringing up his deep brown eyes to contact with both of them, "Just. Just let me through."