Zion felt it the moment that Dahlia seized to be Dahlia and became someone other, became her. It is not the sudden brilliant silver of her eyes or the punching through of deadly little claws from her fingers, nor even those elusive silver wings silhouetting her back, so pale and ghostly he can see through them. It is the feeling of looking into her eyes one moment, feeling her at the back of his mind one second and then the sensation of having her thrown back, spiralled away and shut in a tight box far away from his or her grasp. Thanks to his brand, he has become very familiar with the unique signature of Dahlia's razor sharp mind and this being in front of him, vaguely looking like her and feeling nothing like her, is a completely different person from the woman he has grown so used to.
