( Ah. Of all the answers Mydei he could have expected, that was not one of them, nor the manner in which it's spoken. His mouth works silently before he concedes, cheeks and the tips of his ears a dusty pink as he looks anywhere but at the other man. There are libraries here, Mydei thinks to say, but none of them are filled with what I wished to show you. But his tongue has turned to heavy lead, unable to form the words. )

You and the rest have your own missions to occupy yourselves with rather than aiding me with mine. Or have you forgotten that Castorice has yet to find Thanatos to claim the Coreflame of Death? ( He is not, in other words, aware of it. But he knows that Phainon wouldn't forget his duty simply because he is here, and so the discrepancy has a furrow forming in his brow. But, because he is feeling indulgent with peace and warmth in his chest, he can't help himself: ) Seeing as I don't recall losing our last spar, perhaps it's you who needs the reminder. And a chance to test this... new soul we've been given.