No, Bucky's reticence to let anyone else into his head isn't at all surprising - especially once Allairavar hears the rest of the story. His lips fall into a thin, grim line and those leathery wings mantle higher into the air. The mind. The mind is sacred the Blood. A damaged body can heal, but a mind violated takes far more to mend, and far more strength to continue.

*The details are different, yet such methods are not unheard of.* Drugs to dull the mind, power to break it and reshape it. Allairavar glances at Bucky's metal hand. *You are still standing and that speaks to your strength and the possibility of what might yet be achieved by you.*