"Lailah, you need to go," Chrom instructed the Seraphim within. "Make sure the rest of our band makes it out okay." His serious face was fixed on the violet-eyed freelancer. He couldn't yet sheath his sword, given that it was part of his arm so long as he was armatized, but he certainly had no intentions of striking down his own comrade.

"We are NOT killing him. There's no coming back from that," he said sternly to Ales, frowning over his shoulder. "Evacuate now! We'll need your help to find a way to separate them later." He dashed for Ramzki, making a grab at him, but only managing to seize air. The platform was starting to buck beneath his feet, momentarily disrupting his balance, but he was determined. "I'm not leaving without him, Kalki! Let him go!"