[Mikleo notices he's gone a bit quiet. Sorey's words surprise him because Sorey is usually so observant. He has an incredible eidetic memory that even Mikleo struggles to keep up with. A hundred years after he went to sleep, Mikleo still wishes for him to be there, keeping an eye out in the ruins. He is there in a sense-- watching over the whole continent, in fact-- but it's not the same as having a solid partner at his back.

He pushes those thoughts aside and grounds himself solidly in the present, with Sorey's hand in his and Muse's staff in his hand.]

You were focused on the fight. I get it, but...

[He isn't sure how to phrase this.]

You should be careful not to let your emotions take over. Something about this place changes people, Sorey. It took away my seraphic artes and gave me different magic, and sometimes that magic feels like it's burning from the inside out.