The Balladeer tilts his head curiously; is that familiarity he detects? Maybe they have more in common than he'd thought. Most people want nothing more than to go home.

"No," he replies, frowning. "Not if I had the choice. I'm not sure what'll happen back there without me, but..." It bothers him. He's essential there - that's not just self-aggrandizement, even his enemies knew it. If he cared in the least about any of them, that combined with his duty would be enough.

But they were already trying to get rid of him when the Rift interfered. The Balladeer is not in the habit of giving the assassins what they want, but just this once, just once, it should be okay. If it backfires, that's their problem.

"I'd rather stay. Or go somewhere else, if I have to."