The knights around her have put on a spectacular show. She looks to each of them as they speak, giving them her full attention so they have no doubts they've been heard. She'd expected them to devolve into shouting, especially because the content-to-observe Matilda joined in as well. But the shout-prone Garrot holds himself back and even encourages cooperation.

More importantly, he'd used an appropriate metaphor for the state of the planet. Haizea had reaffirmed her attachment to this dying world. Matilda had expressed interest in tomorrow's visit. Progress was being made.

"If nothing is done, nothing will improve." She clarifies, looking between Garrot and Gyre.

"He won't improve anything, and it's his life that's keeping this limbo going." She levels her gaze on Garrot as he moves towards her, her voice entirely devoid of even the slightest emotion as she repeats the fact she'd shared before so there's no doubt left whatsoever.

"I'm going to kill the Protector."