I dont know how to deal with this...

[Crona]

Crona seemed to shrivel under Jon's gaze, but manages to take a deep breath so he can formulate a response, though the grip on his weapon was giving him white knuckles. "Hum... Uhm... Well, you know, what they said. Safe and stable, is that what we're looking for? I think thats what we're looking for, right? I'd rather go someplace safe... no fighting or... fighting." Crona drifts off again somewhat, his eyes gouging the gate with mixed feelings of curiosity and fear. "Can we even trust those white guys? What if its a trap? But... I did see people going in and out, so I guess it cant be super bad or anything." He shifts uncomfortably on the spot, he really wished Ragnarok would come out and tell him the right decision, but it seemed like his weapon had decided to become a silent for the time-being, but Crona knew he was enjoying watching him squirm. "I dont know... its a risk either way... uhm... but I dont mind going in or going away, as long as we get going." He says finally.

Inside the blade, Ragnarok was most certainly cackling as Crona shivered, normally he would have come out by now, probably smacking Crona around somewhat before telling him to destroy the measly platoon of guards, but he had a good reason for staying out of the decision making. For one, he imagined that destroying a platoon of guards would likely attract alot of unwanted attention, which also woulden't have bothered him if he didn't realize that his and Crona's power had significantly weakened, he could feel the black blood pump slower, react quicker to his will. He didn't like it, and Ragnarok was going to figure out what was wrong, and fix it immediately.

Crona shakes the blade somewhat, willing Ragnarok to come out, but with no success, and looks with pleading eyes at Jon, though almost immediately getting shy and looking away to the Gate again.