"We need to do something about it," they return, pulling their phone out of the little holster it connects to as the hilt and pommel of their sword. "Two Knights are better than one when it comes to dealing with these things... and if we're honest, my powers don't really work on their own," they add, looking away and handing their phone over, open to the contacts screen. (There aren't many in there. "Dad", "Delivery", "Netcafe", "Vet". They don't think about how empty their directory is. It just makes them feel bad.)

"Besides, I would feel bad leaving you to yourself when you know about as much as I did when I became a Nova Knight." They glance over past their glasses and try to smile.