[Firo smiles thinly at the thought of his power. He'd like to think he could be useful, but with its limits... He supposes he'd have to pick favorites.

And then--untested? Firo's eyes flick from Nihuang to Jing and back again, wondering what he's missing. He makes a note of it but follows the flow of conversation away from that topic.]

They could rust, like the Tin Man in that book. ...But obviously they've gotten along fine long enough. Whatever happens, they probably don't need our help.