[ Sebastian sighs gently, and the tenor of it is an unsaid "of course you would", but that annoyance doesn't last long. The latter sentiment gets Sebastian to laugh, and he shakes his head, though it's a gesture of agreement in this case. He reaches up to run a hand through his hair and unsettle how it's slicked back. He's done with his shift, after all, and he prefers the look and comfort of those long, messy bangs. ]

True enough. If you were to join me, who knows? Perhaps Zenith would win simply by virtue of all of the Meri quitting.

[ He doesn't think that's possible, technically speaking, or at least not realistic. Being Unharmonized is certainly worse than some of their (so-called) principles. ]

What would that even take? I imagine it would have to be similar to my own... misfortune.

[ He speaks of it vaguely because he has to, but it's not exactly mysterious. It's a personal, petty, and ruthless grudge that he means. ]