Just like when Luka approached him, he pauses inside the door and scans the boss arena, his gaze only settling on the sword once he's taken it all in. It is... terrifying, and he thinks about what it feels like to have fire pushed into his body. His breath catches, but he doesn't try to retreat, holding steady if only because his legs have locked up in fear.

He doesn't respond for a long moment, glancing at Luka, and then forcing himself to suck air in through his teeth. He says, "I am aligned only to myself. Who the fuck are you?" and he's entirely impressed with himself when his voice only shakes a little, even if a moment after he finishes, his knee buckles in sudden weakness. He manages to keep himself up, but only barely, brow furrowing as he tries to force his soul to stay in this body instead of leaving it like it very much wants to at this distance from his amethyst.