[ Despite the simmering turmoil in his heart, the only outward indication of his consideration of Setsuna's words was the moment of silence between them. Ribbons is determined not to be read -- a selfish, childish sort of pride that will not give this Meister the satisfaction of drawing any kind of emotion from him. ]
[ He will not yield. ]
And so the glass of this dome has ears, I see.
[ Wry, bitter sort of amusement. Has Setsuna F Seiei picked up some arrogance along the way, so much as to set himself apart from his comrades? ]
Know that I am not doing this for them. I serve my own motivations.