[ Amos charges, and with a nod, Sebastian breaks into a sprint. He could outrun Amos, he's fairly certain, or if not, make a leap onto the rooftops like Liem nearly had. But leaving Amos to his rage could just lead to repeating this situation with another ally, so it was better to push it towards an enemy instead. ]

Then let us not. Hopefully it will not take long to find someone to redirect this towards.

[ Sebastian's eyes are very literally bright, since as they pass by each street, he looks down them with a sense that isn't quite visual, but is best expressed that way. It's not quite the Aions' True Sight, but he can see the very form of a soul if he chooses to, and luckily the Aions' souls stand out at the moment. The pacifying effect of the Sanctifier makes the Achamite population feel almost dull to Sebastian's sense, since the intensity of emotion from anyone engaged in this raid directly will stick out sharply.

It doesn't take long. It's just bad luck for him, honestly, nothing more than chance that Sebastian happened to run this way, and he can't even be certain that he's a Pleroma rather than another Kenoma, but Sebastian is taking that particular chance. As soon as Sebastian sees Ernesto, he makes a beeline down that road and straight towards him. And luckily, it works perfectly. Amos has a new target, and with only a glance back to make sure he stays there, Sebastian continues forward until he can duck into a side street that seems quiet (for now, at least) and set Liem back on his feet carefully. ]

...Again, my apologies.

[ Sebastian takes a moment to look at his hands that are still dripping blood, though they look quite human now, and the blood that drips out is red. He flexes his hand as he continues to speak, just making sure that nothing important was severed by Amos's claws. ]

Are you alright? Relatively speaking, at least.