[Black Hat holds his pose, ready to strike hard at the intruder up until the body continues choking. He stares, slightly relaxing as the meat is dislodged, and Flug falls backwards in a pathetic display that removes any lingering doubt in Black Hat's mind that his scientist has finally, finally returned to him properly.

The flames die in his hands as he folds them behind his back and steps forward to loom over Flug, putting on airs of a man who definitely did not devour his partner's soul in the midst of intimacy.]

I was. But I didn't, and here you are.

[It's... it's sort of true, really. He was going to kill Flug in Fairwell, that desire had been very real!]

Let me guess: trapped in a quaint little town, told you had seven days to make a kill and free yourself, your memories of the last year lost?