Kyo regarded Zenith with sympathy, biting back the frustration that had previously been welling inside him from being telepathically communicated with and realising that this was the person who had also been meddling with his dreams. With the impending danger of outright chaos, it seemed petty to still be angry over this and especially when the target of his former fury was displaying such admirable nobility and selflessness.
"I want to help them too, trust me, but we can't and there's no point in pretending that the three of us can fight off hundreds of elite soldiers!" said Kyo pleadingly. "I'm not doubting your ability, but somehow I think those riot helmets provide much more than a pretty look. They probably have all sorts of resistance to our powers, if we challenge them outright we're going to get slaughtered! The best thing we can do is be passive and that means getting the hell out of here, whether we like it or not!"