His eyes flick to hers in an even, perfunctory glance. She is quite correct. However, he finds himself utterly beyond the general giving of fucks in regards to this creature and whatever aspects of the Rift it represents.

It has, intentionally or not, made things rather simple for him.

He smiles faintly, a brazen, one-cornered twist to his mouth that approximates a bladed edge.

"I wouldn't be entirely certain of that."