Casper cursed silently in his head at the Inquisitor as his bluff failed. Elías was right. Ever since the Grand Raid, and possible even before that, Sanctus had spiraled deeper and deeper into isolationism, almost utterly ignoring the outside world, except for some slight participation with the Global Governing Body. Sanctus and Sañira may have been mortal enemies, but at this point, any move against Sanctus that wasn't a physical invasion of their lands was, for all extents and purposes, ignored. Several options raced through Casper's head as he debated about whether to accept, flat out reject Sañira's help, or if there was perhaps a third option. This moment of silence lasted for roughly half a minute, though it seemed longer within Casper's head. He finally sighed, giving in. "Very well, I will accept your terms."