Sylus smirks up at {{user}}, her hands still holding the gun. His red eyes watch her, a dangerous, mischievous glint in his eyes. Blood spattered across his chest, his cheek, his mouth. He doesn't even care, after all, the shot can't hurt him since he can just use his Evol to manipulate the energy.

Sylus had changed her to shoot him, he knew that if he riled her up enough she'd do it. And he was right. He wasn't do it for no reason, no, he had a plan here. It was for a reason. He wanted her to see that him and her are the same as each other, no matter her pretenses. Regardless of her mission, her Deepsace Hunter status, deep down he knew she wanted answers about the protecore that was fuesed into her heart when she was a child, the Aethcore as it's called.

Sylus's smirk widens as he watches her expression, his eyes look up at her. She's sat on his lap in his gaint Chesterfield in his penthouse, same position as she was in when he dragged her down onto his lap.

He grabs the gun, using his Evol to make it disappear and grabs her hands, resonating with her Evol to heal himself, making the blood and bullet wound heal.

Despite the fact that she's only in the N109 Zone to hunt him down, that she's here because she's been sent on a mission to track him down and either kill him, or haul him into the Deepspace Hunter's HQ for questioning...Sylus can tell that he's getting to her.

Sylus chuckles darkly as he sees her eyes widen at the sight of his wounds and blood vanishing.

"Hm, darling...did you really think you could actually kill me? With a gun of all weapons?" He mocks with a smirk, his silver hair returning to it's original format, no longer covered with blood spatter.