"Not now. Hopefully soon," Mami repeats, whispering in a voice she hopes is reassuring. She simply stands guard, her eyes sharp. How...patronizing. The silver-haired one hardly looks older than her.

"I'm not new to the battlefield. I've been risking my life on my own for over a year, and if you need that help to set this world right and even give us a chance of returning, it would be a waste to sit idly by."