He’s silent for this speech too. There’s a lot he wants to say… but not here. He settles for a quiet reply. “I’m not discounting that possibility. I just want you to be certain before you do this.” She is arming their opponent, after all, while her friends are standing vulnerable here at the foot of the mist.

It seems peculiar to him. Kit must have experienced kind gestures that turned sour and false fronts. Surely she’s learned much from living on the streets and then traveling with the Thundercats. He thought she’d seen enough of life to be more prudent.

He watches her fly away again. Perhaps stubborn kindness runs in her family like it does in his. This reminds him of his elder brother, and that awakens a cold feeling inside of him. He takes a deep breath and tries to draw strength from Fuu’s quiet confidence. At least they aren’t doing this alone.