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"[color=d1fffc]We shouldn't need to have a [i]job[/i] from Pris to talk with them,[/color]" Alja huffed out. "[color=d1fffc]You've heard everything that's going on. Wayfarers aren't the most well-liked group right now, so the more of us there are, the better chance we have to make it right. Keeping a line of communication open is a lot easier than reopening a broken one.[/color]" She walked up to the door, hesitating in front of it.

If she was honest, she was scared of going into Mystic Prophecy herself. Every time she'd been in this guild hall before, it had been like a home. Now, as the silence yawned, it felt more like a tomb. But there was no point in running away. Kazuki was only half the reason she'd been so insistent on coming here. There were people here that she liked, like Pris. People she borderline needed, like Leaves. And somewhere back there was Luci, surviving on anger and spite. Maybe, just like after Arnaakus, she couldn't do anything to help her. But, just like after Arnaakus, damn sure she was going to try. Rael and Benkei could could come if they wanted; she rather hoped they would. But Kazuki wasn't getting out of here without going in. He might have visited Prophecy post-glitch before. He might not have; she wasn't sure. But if he had, then it [i]hadn't. Been. Enough[/i].

So she couldn't give him an out. She couldn't give him any way to avoid this, or else it would never happen. He might hate her after this. That was fine. He could hate her all he liked. But she knew very well what desperate guilt gone unaddressed turned into, and she wasn't keen on turning him over to it. 

She turned to the three behind her, judging the distance from her to Kazuki. "[color=d1fffc]Come if you're comin', we don't have all day![/color]" 

Then, with one swift motion, she yanked the door open, snatched Kazuki's wrist, and pulled him inside with her.