Jun spares Felix one last glance before shifting his attention over to Finn. For a moment, he's quiet as Finn poses his question — then... he laughs. The sound is bright, genuine humour masking something else that slowly bleeds into his words as he speaks.

"I'll never know, will I? Dweyre is dead and buried, and Degar... well, he seems to have decided to just leave us all behind like we don't even matter. So why should I care?"

He looks at the orb in his hand with a grin.

"I have a far better partner, now. Since the first time it spoke to me, we've been on the same wavelength. And you want me to just throw it away?"

Jun sighs, closing his hand over the orb. "Finn, listen. Every single good thing I've done — every family I've helped, every person I've saved, every problem I've solved, every monster I've slayed... none of that has been a lie. The heirloom isn't hurting anyone, I'm keeping it away from the king, I'm spending all my time helping the people of Alydhion — what in all of that do you find fault in?"

Throughout, his sword remains at his side in its scabbard; but with the orb still pulsing brightly in his hand, he hardly needs a weapon.