NiGHTS' words only encouraged Reala to viciously tighten an already fierce grip, now on her shoulders to ensure some real pain, fingers curling to let his claws pierce flesh. His own teeth were bared at the mere implications, the sheer audacity.... He dipped his head with an angry hiss, lips a hair's breadth from brushing NiGHTS ear as he spoke. "Whatever you choose to call it, Master Wizeman's domain is our home. Remember who you are, NiGHTS, remember what you are--Nightmare is and always will be where you belong."