[ This would've been a lot easier if she had just pretended or something to have poor intentions. At least then he wouldn't feel like his displeasure towards her was wavering. It felt to him like her hands were tied, and that could mean literally. If she was withholding information, she'd make a good liar, and all the answers she did provide, Rean aligned in agreement with. However, he got the same feeling he did from her with one of his classmates; Rean hadn't known the ins and outs of the seemingly apparent various witch clans out there, but they had their secrets and reasons. He could understand that. Rean had a bit of a stubborn streak to him, though, and couldn't just take her word at face value. He'd be a fool to. ]

...Then I hope you understand that I'll have to keep my eyes open. [ His once cold words had become washed with some remorse, as if he wanted to say he was sorry for having to do so. No matter what, he was needed in Zemuria. Whether he liked his situation back home or not. ]

There's not even a guarantee we'll be put back in our respective worlds even after we help. And if your powers are as "everywhere" as you say, then how can I be sure that you could even spare us that?