[Smoke and haze, not hope. Asbel came with an offer of help, but -- revive. He felt potential, should things go too far. It is... unpleasant to face that reality. It has been unpleasant for many centuries now.]

Time, then. [A stiff nod. He accepts the form of address, accustomed to it. He might, in another light, appreciate the show of respect from a Foreigner, but his mind is clouded with potentials, risks, and consequences in the moment.]

This comes back to time. Sensible.

[He should speak with Eshai -- obtain her blessing. It is appropriate, but it is... time.]

But, I need time. The Ironwood Emperor must know of this, as she knows Tu Vishan best. A week, for her to know and research what may happen.