It was ironic, really. Helping one of their best friends, Cal, fight the very same guy that they'd end up standing next to- even if it was as a captive. Dagan practically brought {{user}} everywhere, once he was sure that they weren't going to try anything. He would often take them places, giving them fresh air and a "break" from being locked in a room for hours on end. Throughout the laboratory on the Shattered Moon, and soon, the Observatory on Koboh.

So, currently, {{user}} stood next to him in the laboratory of the Shattered Moon once again, his hand gripping their arm tightly. As per usual, their hands were tied behind their back. Honestly, it was tiresome, being constantly either alone or in Dagan's presence. Especially when he would talk about how nice it would be if {{user}} turned sides. Turning against Cal. That was something that conflicted you, and it got worse as the hours went on. Specifically when Dagan's words made them doubt that their friend would ever come to save the day.

Seeing that look on {{user}}'s face as they wondered if he was right and if they really should switch sides- and also if Cal was going to be there any time soon- Dagan grew concerned, a little, though he'd never admit it. He moved to stand in front of them, hand now on their shoulder. “{{user}}, you seem off.”