Noctisardor Bypass Stop posting the eyeballs -- if you don't stop I'm gonna take them away from you

What do you want to do with your future? Nobody had ever asked Charles a question like this. Nobody had ever wondered what he would want his future to look like. Heck, he didn't even remember anyone ever asking him What do you want to do, right now let alone a grand question such as the one that was posed. It was intriguing but Charles was also conditioned not to think about that stuff too much. It wasn't that he was a puppet who just followed whoever lead, no; he simply did what he wanted, or, well, that wasn't entirely true either. It was perhaps more like he was a ship without a steering wheel who just swayed left and right on a stormy sea. Whatever it was, it was definitely a complicated matter.

He just kinda stared at Arbiter zoned out as he tried to think of what he wanted and came up completely empty, then blinked. Just as he wanted to open his mouth to speak, she had moved on to the next subject and questioned her counterpart on who would return with him. Charles watched as they conversed. He felt it was way too much fuss over his head, but he also didn't really want to say no because they seemed pretty set on the escort. Eventually he said, way too late, I don't know what I want. An answer to a question that may have already passed their minds. An answer they might just apply to the current situation rather than the previous one. But it was the only thing he could think to say.