Keats doesn't tense like the other two. He barely even flinches - his eyes never leave the cat's face, his face unreadable. He's hardly going to allow fear to dictate his actions. He's faced off against monsters, creatures, leaders of realms that are far beyond his expertise, and not once did he ever back down. If she wants to attack him, go ahead. He's ready to resist, if necessary.

He lets out a sigh, speaking up with a shake of his head.

"I can't imagine the unimaginable amount tragedy you must have gone through. How many people, how many children must have perished in that attack. I can certainly understand your need to set things right."

He then frowns, his tone suddenly becoming stern. His glasses glint in the light, obscuring his eyes.

"...But, tell me, how do you guarantee that Ryba will honor her promise? What will prevent her from sating her bloodlust and dealing the final blow? She may be willing to spare Nalanni, yes, but when the time comes, how will you ensure that when she attacks her adversary, she won't demolish the world in her wake?"