Ryla made a grumbling noise when Imnolu's arm came around his shoulders, but he didn't shrug it off or try to move away, because really, this was his ridiculous cousin and he would rather not be fighting with him, so.

"Right. Yeah. Balance," he said, as if that was something he was ever going to be capable of. Privately, he thought that it seemed like a pipedream to try to save even the majority of people infected by Chaos. It was a rot, a disease, and people who welcomed that kind of thing into their hearts were making the stupidest choice imaginable.

But he clearly wasn't going to win over Imnolu or Lianli. Neither of them knew. Neither of them understood. Not the way he did.

"I'd rather not go out alone anyway. Too risky. So...yeah, sure." He sighed. "Thanks, Lianli. Fort he food and the...mediation. Perspective."

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