[Cryo is a new word to add to his vocabulary, but he can connect the dots; he's seen enough display of power from other worlds by now to understand how all of them wield unique abilities. Still, as Kaeya steps back, the cold emblem of a snowflake sliding from his grasp, he can't help how his gaze lingers — a deliberate movement. Tyki may not be a strategist like his older brother or a leader like the Earl, and he may not have Road's all-knowing sense of the world... but he does understand people. At least, he can see glimpses of them sometimes that feel familiar, fissures that run deep.]

An interesting talent. [His eyes drift toward Kaeya's cigarette, now.] That, too, I'd heard a bit about. Mostly how it can accumulate through certain actions. All part of our sworn allegiances in this place.

[The smile has slipped from his face, leaving in its wake a surprising look of seriousness.]

So, you're suffering from Discord? How do you fix it?