“Maybe... in which case, I need to get back. I still owe the Exarch a broken jaw for what he’s done. Then I’ll hear him out, assuming the crisis is the same.”

Thinking too much on the subject and the details of what ‘reflections’ might entail seems like a headache waiting to happen. P’rihnn will leave the theorising to someone more inclined - he can follow well enough, but he certainly isn’t the smart one out of the Scions.

“You said the Scions are fine, but they’re not. Not for me. Thancred, Y’shtola, Urianger...” There’s a splash as, out of a lack of anything else to punch, he slaps his fist against the water. “He took Alphinaud in the middle of enemy territory. Alisaie on a battlefield. He’s lucky I don’t plan to kill him, but that can change.”