Soon Jason's steps slowed, he seemed to be having a hard time keeping some sort of anger down. Everywhere he stepped it left burn marks from his shoes as if they where hot metal.

Well, he didn't want to be left in the dark anymore. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing ..." His freckles where a deep red, it wasn't nothing. It was like his anger that he built up inside was starting to drag its self loose.

"Did someone upset you?" Was it me? Did I do this to him?

He shook his head. "No one upset me ..." He rubbed one arm, sighing another puff of smoke. "I ... just bottle up my anger, and...and sometimes it ... comes through." He admitted.

"Why do you keep it inside?" He asked. "That's not a very good thing to do..." Ash would know all about bad decisions.

He pulled his hood off, stopping in his tracks. "My anger isn't safe. For me or for anyone else. ... " He sighed and closed his eyes as his hair flickered with real fire and suddenly it was a rebel styled punk type of do but it was literal fire. Bright yellow fading to searing hot white. His horns looked death night purple and less damaged, more curled for sure. He took a calming breath and forced it down, flicking a hand up. He made ice crystals above him and let them melt, raining down on the flames and dousing them out so his hair was normal once more ... but wet now. "That's only part of it ... they don't call me Shadow for nothing." he said softly.

"Just because you feel your anger isn't safe doesn't mean you should keep it inside, especially if this happens," he said, gesturing at Jason's hair. Not that he minded. "And isn't Shadow your dragon name?"

His eyes looked to Ash with guilt, guilt that said that Shadow wasn't just his dragon name.

He was hesitant to ask, but he did anyway. "Why is Shadow your name?" He asked quietly