[ mood-squirrel is a good description actually. not that Naib realizes it himself, only frowning more at the inquiries. because it's a bit hard to respond to it. not when it feels like he's in two different places at once. ]

..Too many reasons for war to happen. Not everyone wants it. Sometimes, people are just forced into it with no other choice. [ his expression darkens at that. however, even though he says and feels this way, despite everything... there is a lingering hope deep down. one he grips onto tightly.

his attention snaps almost immediately the second Sora is on the move. well, shit. there's no way you can expect Naib of all people to sit back and watch! even if his body feels not like his own, he forces his feet to move, easily catching up with his speed. he's done this too many times. too much running. doesn't matter if Sora is technically dead, that Naib as far as he's aware isn't, he'll do the protecting here. he's the rescuer role, after all. it's probably not good to go throwing himself in the middle of a fight with mechanical constructs and people but.. as a Gurkha, he was never afraid of dying. still isn't.

time to see if he can distract, maybe give the fighters an opportunity to escape the construct's attentions? he returns a look as if to suggest he leave most of it to him. ]

Focus on the people-- [ that's as much he manages to get out as they draw closer to the fighting. ]