[ Fane makes a soft, neutral noise as he listens. He’s not a tactician by nature, but he’s a man that looks at things rationally. Often, overly so. He may not have the depth of Hayame’s grudge or the very painful thing that she’d gone through, but what she explains is straightforward, so far as he sees it.

This demon is a threat. Not just for his danger, which seems to be considerable, but for how he misleads people and pulls them astray. That’s what they’re meant to do, apparently, but where Fane might just let others make their mistakes, he can’t here. If Meridian can’t be trusted to do their own work, then it affects them all.

So. With that in mind, he asks gently: ]

I cannot promise anything, mind. But perhaps something of the sort could be made. Is that something you’d like for me to work on?