"Just-- Will you let him go? He can't do much, and it's me you want." Chorale said in a rational tone of voice.
"No. Why would we let an obviously trained magician and soldier go? He could track us and try to rescue you, he could follow the path you took years ago and become an Amal hunter, he could do a lot. Secure them."
Chorale fell silent, knowing that there was nothing else she could do. She looked at Aerith, trying to convey apology, but she didn't have much experience with that.