There's a soft sigh, Koby's arms crossing over his chest in mild exasperation. It's an old argument, he knows, one he isn't going to win anytime soon. Besides, there are more important things to talk about.

"I saw Archangel earlier. Just before I came to see you." It seems like a non-sequitur, something completely out of left field, but Koby follows it with context: "I told him why I'd stayed away and he suggested you might be able to help.

"I've been feeling...strange. Not myself." A self which has always been very simple, straightforward: lawful good, light and positivity and the like. A paragon sort of persona, one Koby has never strayed from. It's no secret that he has a bit of a reputation as a little bit of a stick-in-the-mud, considering how rarely he considers options that are shades of grey.