His eyes go where Jingyi taps at, but his mind is on the words from his mouth, and he's led to wonder. What made those problems different from the rest of theirs? Why couldn't they spend some time helping one world in dire straits, compared to the week they usually spent helping others?

"Well..." But also: what made them be able to change anything at all? "A lot of the time, it's because..."

But his answer is slow, thoughts jumping from one mission to another for one singular pattern. He starts again. "I think it's always been because we know how to fight, or didn't get up in whatever mess affected people. Like the sali - some of their people got affected by that storm, right? We had another mission where a bunch of people who used magic caught a magic cold. Nion, we saved that place by flipping a few switches - computer switches-" which is hopefully easier on his not-technology inclined friend, "--to put up shields to stop giant rocks from destroying the world. Erda - that place was infected too. That's when that Chaos guy messed with everyone's brains."

So, really, a lot of their missions are...

"We're the people who show up to turn the tides when the people there can't." He pauses, happy to finish there, until he frowns.

"But I don't see why we can't go to where Inigo is and help his people take down the dragon ruining everything there. What's the difference?"

It's one dragon. How hard could it be?