Azwel

Vash's eyes narrow at the woman who enters. Clutching Azwel to him as if afraid she was about to try to take him away or force him into doing something once again. Confused at first as the lead retracts. "Why are you helping us?" Vash doesn't trust this. Doesn't trust what is happening, but yanks the strange thing off of Azwel's head and tosses it to the other side of the room. Reaching up he tries to see if he can take the collar keeping him from using most of his power off of his neck. Hoping it's not locked in some way. Wanting it off so he can be at full strength to fight off anyone else who comes. Not wanting to be limited in what powers he can use.