Don't change.... does that mean she doesn't want him to transform into that other form of his? That was... it was apart of him though- it was something that would always be there deep down inside. Her saying that was like telling him not to show a certain side of him, telling him to lock it away. She was... his master after all, he couldn't go against her. If that was an order, and he was taking it as one, he would oblige. He felt awful about this entire thing, and hearing her talk about staying who he is now- he didn't know if he could keep such a promise.

Slowly, he nodded, looking into her eyes and seeing fear reflected back. He had scared her beyond belief, making her cry even- and that was something he would always regret. "...Yeah, I'll stay this way Ange," he still didn't bring those honorifics back.

After a moment, Amakusa tensed up- feeling that familiar presence of a witch. She was coming, that much was evident. Amakusa just narrowed his eyes and then stood up, turning around with Ange still sitting behind him. There was suddenly a clapping sound that filled the halls, and the silver-haired man wasn't deterred by this at all.

"Bravo, you made it out alive and...." Bernkastel glanced around at the blood coating the walls and staining the ground, "....you redecorated."