"For the most part," Albedo repeated dryly. There were certain exceptions to the rule that Albedo could likely name by rote. "There's a bit too many civilians who think they know best for my liking." One individual in particular, but my~ Albedo hadn't seen him for a while. Perhaps Klavier went up and got eaten. The boy smiled softly at nothing, charmed by the prospect.

He inclined his head to acknowledge the point. "True, though any escape would likely have just brought us back in the morning, and really--" He went on, giving a shrug and a wave of his hand. "A physical escape is near useless, really. You have people from different times, different realities. Likely this world is no one person's initial place of existence--an escape like that would just shift things to a larger prison in the end."