[He thinks about that. His memories of Black roll through his mind one after another. The feel of the Lion's mind and the glimmering wheel of stars. He'd spent so long unable to tell how time passed and stuck thinking.

Changing after that had felt...]

...to some degree, I think so? [He speaks slowly as he looks back at his memories.]

The real Black Lion is an ancient weapon made to protect and safeguard others. I was part of the lion itself for...a year. [When he died.]

I do feel some of the impressions and urges he has. But then again, you be merged entirely with the life force of something else for a while and it leaves its mark on you. I can't properly judge it right without the actual Lion itself present.