Dylan had sat and listened to Troy's words, his mind reflecting on his own past deeds of misfortune, blood, and death. The subject of war had hit him a little hard, he could recall being on the front lines of more then he had wanted to, and although he wasn't one of the soldiers on the battlefield losing their lives he was still there to clean up the mess left behind, to view the cinematic records of the fallen. He had to view so many lives that were long lived, only to be crushed by the claws of war. Dylan could also recall things he saw first hand... people dying at his feet from landmines, bullets, bombs... gasses. To see people clinging onto a thread of life and not being able to take away their suffering was one thing that crushed even his own heart to see. Then... there were the even darker parts of war, things he wished he could just erase from his memory and forget all about them, yes, the horrors of what mankind could do to one another... the people who saw others as tools of science and others who used their own as weapons of war.
Troy's words still rang in his ears while reminiscing, the memories that were flooding back to him was almost too much to bear. Dylan tried his hardest to shove them back in the dark recesses of his mind where he had hid them before. Where they belonged. No matter how hard he tried now, the images kept coming back to him until...
No... he had killed someone... he placed one hand on the side of his head trying to push more thoughts out of his mind but the truth was still there laughing at him. He had killed... he... had... killed. He could remember vaguely, he was in the middle of a field soaked red from blood, his eyes glowing bright red while the red liquid pooled around his feet, his scythe marred with blood. When he was around so much of it he lost himself to an entirely different being it seemed, a monster hell bent on draining the life from guilty and innocent alike. This was the curse of being a Sanguine Reaper, to lose complete control when copious amounts of blood was spilt and the coppery scent hung in the air. He licked his elongated canines while he was thinking back, remembering that he could drink blood if he wanted to... but seldom went through with it. Dylan shook his head, retracting his canines back to normal.
Silently he followed Troy and was aghast at the sight of water filling the barge. There was no telling when the ship would sink now, if it did he knew he could transform back to a raven an fly away, but he couldn't leave Troy behind like that. He had grown attached to him, felt like he had made a friend of sorts. Wait.... "Troy, I could try to find any land close by if I turn into my raven form to investigate"
He was hoping his idea would fly with him, which it probably would seeing as how it may be their last resort at this point and time.