"Sorry, can't agree," Ben says to Nomar. But his eyes meet the warm nebulas of Kell Daree's with a warm smile and a nod of acknowledgment. No one really wants to kill anyone, he seems to imply, despite all the evidence to the contrary.

He stands closer to Ibani, his left shoulder circling and tensing until they are touching, shoulder to shoulder. He doesn't need to face the cloak - he's not following it with his eyes.

"I just really don't think genocide is the way of the Light."