Matias couldn't help but scoff.

"Seriously. The last thing I want to do is stress myself kidnapping a bunch of weirdo– I mean, mystics. I just want to live my life. It's bigots like YOU who're making the situation worse, if anything."

The bug lowered its head, a steady flow of blue smoke oozing from its helmet.

"YOUR MORAL ARGUMENTS ARE OF NO INTEREST TO ME. I FIND IT PECULIAR THAT YOU EVEN NEED THE HUMAN TO PURSUE YOUR WORK. YOUR SKILLSET SHOULD BE ENOUGH."

It wriggled once more in its binds.

"I WILL PURSUE THE HUMAN NO LONGER. BUT I DEMAND TO BE RELEASED AT ONCE. I HAVE OTHER MATTERS TO ATTEND TO."

Matias rolled his eyes before grumbling, "Not a very good liar."