[ that... actually makes him stop and stare at Kni with a strange look on his face.

His eyes focusing and refocusing on Kni as he tries... really hard to come up with a response.

His... gate?
His fingers flex.

The last time he used his gate, he'd used it...

He remembers an image of Kni, amalgamated with dozens and dozens of their sisters.
The music twinges between them as he shakes his head. ]

--I.

I don't use my gate. Not anymore. Even if I can use it out here, I'd.

Haha.
I'd rather not, you know?

Don't have much blonde hair left.