[Indignation leaves Yuan's fingers just as Yggdrasill closes with him, and it wobbles, isn't quite shaped right-- Yuan will forgive himself the inelegant form for the shard of ice scraping his ribs even as he wings frantically backward. He's miscalculated; he should have known better.]

[Should have known.]

[But the cold and the wound has him remembering about temper again, and the fact that Yuan isn't alone, can't throw his life away here no matter how furious he is. There's Lloyd, and Kratos, and all the others. He steadies in the air, breathing deep despite that it brings a sharp knife of pain with it.]

If that's true, why are you trying so hard to shut me up?

[He doesn't really think Mithos is going to see reason. That boat left the dock long ago. Instead Yuan provokes him more calculatedly now, sending thoughts downward.]

[Take Kratos, signal Sheena. Start pulling back, now. I'll keep his attention.]

[Raine reaches for the communicator Yuan gave her earlier, deep in her pocket. Genis lets off one last spell at Remiel.]