[ archer pauses in front of the palai with his egg, and just gives lancer a look. smug and skeptical, despite the constant exhaustion in his face. you can't say that to him and not expect him to do it anyway, my dude. ]

I haven't made it this far by staying predictable, Lancer. I thought you'd have realized that by now.

[ a moment later, he accepts the proffered egg, tucking the bundle between his elbow and ribs, and glances down at his empty other hand, momentarily imagining the lance he could forge if only he had the power for it. ]

My offer stands, though. If the witch is honest in her intentions, it'd be better if you at least lived up to your class.

[ because, shitposting and bullshittery aside, he is legitimately cautious about qri's mission, and what it might mean for so many worlds if she right. if she's not, oh well. but if the danger is real... well, what can the counter force do? nothing if humanity has no bearing on other worlds.

not that he's going to admit any of this shit out loud, though. or to himself, either. ]