[There's a conflicting feeling that rises up in his throat, both a regret and a frustration. This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last, that Sorey decides how he'll go forward and however much Mikleo might approach a situation different, he'll be damned if he doesn't make a point to defend Sorey's stances, to support him so it would be for better rather than worse. This, though... this isn't making certain he just has something to eat through nights spent reading more than looking out for himself, this isn't even standing up for him when he rescues a human girl in the ruins. This journey brings with it a heavier burden.
He gets that. He understands that, but damn if he--
Mikleo clenches his fists, a familiar helplessness in the pit of his stomach again like there had been before the pact to become subordinate to Lailah. It's easier to settle it inside himself, maybe, this time, but it's a feeling that is certainly there. Festering with his concern.]
I had noticed that much. You've been adjusting to compensate for it for some time now, I know that, but you...
[He appreciates the honesty on Sorey's part, but of course that much was to be expected when it comes to them. That's why he follows suit.]
You're wrong about one thing. It isn't fine. And it won't simply stay the way it is now.