I mean Gyre won't say out loud that he doesn't want to fight them, but the idea of one of these monsters being alienated even from this tiny group of them is nightmarish to him. If they die every year then they're still barely a child too. The idea of fighting them fills him with this intense dread, and he's still not entirely sure what to do.

"Does he? He didn't talk at all the first time I met him," he says curiously, a question there in his voice. "Were you going to say something about Twelve?"