Gods, he really sounds like he means it and that is more disconcerting than the ill-natured jests of a deranged mind. It's much easier to trade minimal banter on the battlefield before coming to blows, but in a battle of wits she finds herself less well-equipped. Unprepared.

There's a reason that despite her propensity for gathering allies, she is not the defacto diplomat of the Scions. (Apparently calling it the "corpse room" was in poor taste, she's found.) Zenos has the advantage here.

Mayhaps she should just say what's on her mind? Provided she doesn't out any of her friends and allies, of course.

Himeka's pause draws out as she licks the salt from the sea air from her lips. Then she exhales.

"Yeah, I do. And you're well-aware of what those are." She had said as much during their recent altercation. "What did they say? What did they tell you about their cause? Helping them try to end everything won't help you."