[ there's something in the way dimitri talks that feels very familiar. gu yun doesn't pay it much mind though, with his thoughts for a moment elsewhere. time as a resource is more precious than most things. it's something he's certainly had to contend with in his life - the idea he might run out faster than a healthy young man really should - but even still, gu yun is used to the tricky, thorny pathway of managing a precious resource in the midst of a war.

he taps his fingertip against the inside of his arm as he regards the figures for a moment longer, thinking. ]

We have a total of seven days to figure this out, no? I'd like to squeeze that otter for a little more information before it turns out to be some kind of trap. [ an honest answer with a little derision, there. gu yun steps back from the statues, finally, glancing over at dimitri. ] I don't suppose there's any room for refugees in either of the cities.