The offer stands and honestly, this is one of the more interesting things that has happened in a lot time for him since arriving here. At least after the novelty of being alive wore off.
However, he gets the feeling his only feeling marginally better was because he had just about all of his facilities back and working again. He'd probably lose it all if he went home and nothing was waiting for him there at the moment...
"Hm," His eyes flicked forward as more of those creatures appear to spot him. His whips, seemingly after having a taste, spear through any of the cyborgs without much effort on his part.
"I'm still deciding if I want to help more than what I'm doing right now."
Any creatures he's slain are less creatures the actual stage area had to deal with. Which is already more useful than he ever really meant to be.
A whip flicked itself past the girl, cutting the cyborg in half without so much as turning his head.
"What do you think will happen if these creatures win?"
Namine couldn't help flinching when one of Muzan's whips flicked past her. It wasn't exactly the same as Marluxia's vines, but that didn't matter. Speaking to this individual made her feel almost sick. Just the same as she had when she dealt with Marluxia.
But this was all she could do to help. Namine has no combat magic, and definitely no Keyblade - or experience with a sword - to help.
"Nothing good," she answered despite the fact that her whole body is visibly trembling. "As I said, I have no wish to die, and I can't imagine we'd be able to live if these things win."
She took a breath, as if to steady herself.


















