"If you need help, you know that I will lend it to you," she finally settled on what she wished to tell him. That is, if he was referring to these unsaid terms for some reason binding him to the rebellion, she was volunteering to help him sever them. If they could become united in their goals again, then she would pardon her other grievance with him right now, and as she said, assist him in that. Without even asking what these conditions were, just yet. To agree to even that, rather than suggest this all be brought before the Emperor, was a reflection of how she regarded Edgar. She knew, of course, if Gestahl heard any of this, he wouldn't even let the other man finish. He'd be put to death just for letting those rebel lives slip through his hands, intentions and reasons meaningless. The Emperor didn't tolerate even the faintest whispers of betrayal. Especially, as of late. The further he got on in years, the more paranoid Celes saw him growing, which was perhaps naturally a result of the Empire's growing power, yet-- she also saw him as someone who could no longer be reasoned with as well, which could go from being justified, to highly dangerous. None were more aware of this brink they stood on with their leader than Celes.
"You know that I can not make excuses for you again like I did today," she said, her gaze averted from Edgar's then; trying to make sense of all of this, she did not want to distract herself with his image before her. She wasn't saying she wouldn't, but couldn't. "Though he did not show it, I am sure he is already suspicious. And if he finds out where you intend to go..." He wouldn't just have him killed, Celes was sure. Examples would need to be made once more. The Empire had already had one traitorous general-- another, and morale would surely start to waver unless proper steps were taken to ensure it didn't. The idea of that frankly frightened her, even if one would never know it, looking at her as she was. She did not want that outcome, not for the Empire she served under. Not for Edgar.