[...that was a slightly more recent assassination attempt than Yuan thought. He follows Zelos toward the desk, leans over it beside Zelos to retrieve his list and put it back in order. If he brushes Zelos's shoulder in the process, well, it happens.]

In principle, I don't object. Practically, there remain too many obstacles.

[Why is he even rationalizing this aloud? Zelos was already aware of this. Yuan frowns slightly at his list, and flips it right-side up. Where was he...]

I need to find the next ones on the list, in any case. Come with me?

[He needs to work off some of that energy somehow.]