There's a fleeting brittle smile on Myr's face at Kit's offer. "We've got to," he says, echoing Sina. "Not any other option, is there?" If he knows--or intuits--the silent exchange that passes between the two of them concerning him, he gives no sign of it--simply takes the moment's pause afforded him to tag another glyph onto the alley wall. This is a way back, if things go wrong, if they've got to break and run.

"Lead on; I'll be fine." Something almost weary in those three words. He knows Kit's got reasonable concerns and they're not any easier to bear than the unreasonable ones under a time crunch.