[K'pandolu's expression is a deep scowl by the end of the entity's words. She unfolds her arms as the others speak and move, making their decisions.]

Yester by thine eyes, morrow by thine hands… So say the Divine Chronicles. Of course, Mezaya Thousand-Eyes spoke to Eorzea's own troubles- but this fits now as well, I feel. In any case- I should never forgive myself for failing to do what I could, when the situation threatens so many.

[She glances briefly at Jack with a nod, ears flicking for a moment- for as long as she can, she wants to hold onto hope that something can yet be done. She lays her hand on her own blade, shifting into a ready position, listening and waiting for whatever is to come.]