[ The Oracle had. His deal was only half-good ( see, the flowers whisper warmly, fondly: you are not what you think of yourself, you never were anything but what i encouraged ), his intelligence marred by failures and doubts. Even Hayame's anger fuels his despair, stinging like rejection, like proof that he can do nothing well, or right. That he should concede he is ill-suited for Meridian.

No.

No, he placed his greatest hope and weakness into her hands. He had told Cyrus he was ready to face the Meridians, to shoulder their mistrust and dislike of his methods. As long as the Tribune accepted him, maybe he could survive. ]

I certainly would not have failed to kill him, after receiving the information to fuel a wiser tactic than 'attack him head on'.

[ Maybe he's a little mad at her, for spurning what aid he offers. ]

— I could not prevent them from trading. They are Zenites, and will seek to return to Zenith. However, I demanded of them both to not kill our claimed Shard-bearers or hinder anyone seeking to Harmonize to Meridian. I protected Meridian interests.