Bearclaw Valley Toughen me up!

He noted her frown calmly and did not speak, if he had a redeeming trait, it was his ability to stay calm and focused even in the most terrifying, unexpected of moments. Well, except when that thing happened, then he would just spiral out of control and practically die. Die. Yeah. If that got out of control, he could just die. Anyways, other than that, he was usually calm of mind and dealt with situations with the brain of a military leader, so when Scarlett stubbornly insisted she didn't have PTSD, Raziel simply inclined his head in a nod, muttering almost inaudibly under his breath, "Too bad. I thought I would have a partner in disease by now."

It was meant to be sarcastic, but the moment the words left the Roman's lips, a new thought entered his head. He did have PTSD didn't he? It was where his condition came from, it was why he could die any moment now...if he was in the right place. In fact, one could say that the silver Alpha's version of post traumatic stress disorder were in a way, worst than Scarlett's. Raziel's breath quickened ever so slightly, his gaze no fixed on something in the ground before he caught himself and looked up at Scarlett once more, just in time to catch her say something about keeping the mental door closed and that she would be fine.

"Okay," Raziel replied simply, a calm mask settling over his battle hardened features. But when she told him not to say anything about her childhood because it was more than that, a dark shadow crossed his face. Far more than that, huh? If only she knew....