The glimpse of that third eye sends a shiver of tension through John again, but he holds steady where he is. He only grumbles a wordless complaint and tuck his knees away from the pinions that sweep over him. He is frankly too exhausted to do anything more: Arthur's body moves as though it's weighed down by stones.

"I..." He weighs his options even as he pushes aside one of Serph's wings with the palm of his hand. He watches Serph carefully as he does, his focus upon that third eye. "I found a grove of trees which clears the mind. It helped me keep control."

That is a paltry fragment of the truth. But it is enough for now.