[ She releases him from her hold, and Albedo straightens on his feet. Listens to her formulate her words and offer up an excuse, and for a brief, fleeting moment, Albedo feels something close to sorrow, something much like apology. Nothing to be said, and yet--

He grins, bitterly, attempting for lightness. ]

You seek to bring me home with you? I don't think that's how it works. We're thrown about the worlds, and if we find ourselves lucky enough to return to whence we came, we go it alone.

[ It's simple, really, to Albedo at least. A homeworld is only fit for its denizens. There was a reason that Nuadoria's core had treated them like a virus, an illness. The city, that world, hadn't wanted them there. The Magisters basically claimed the same.

Regardless. This is an excuse. He will do her the respect of the truth. ]

I have... things to do where I came from as well. Eventually. When the time comes. If we're able to return at some point, I need to go back.