The only response he could offer was the most genuine one. Unlike himself, Arthur stood up sharply and left without paying--breaking the door handle to the deli open with his bare hand. There wasn't any need to say anything, nor did he imagine Emilia would have given him a chance to talk if she was able to say anything. With wind on his heels, he took off, sending a gale up with his sprint.

He was following Emilia's source of power--something he could easily recall.