The Guardian considered Aoba for a moment, bright eyes still as he thought to himself. Eventually he turned away, looking across the cityscape towards the massive tower in the distance. A few more moment ticked by, Declan weighing his options, calculating pros and cons and separating the right path fro the wrong.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" he asked eventually, turning back to Aoba and inhaling deeply. It was more of a strain than he thought it would be, talking so much. He rarely did more than grunt in conversation, never really having a reason to say more - particularly since he tended to travel with people that talk a great deal. It was like exercising a forgotten muscle, exhausting but...rewarding.

"I won't hurt you," he blurted, soft and sudden, gazing down at the blue-haired man with as sincere a look as Aoba wore a guileless one. "I don't hurt people for no good reason, no matter what everyone says. If you need a place to stay while you figure things out, I've got the safest place in the city," the Guardian clarified, lifting his hand to point at the tower at the edge of the city. There were others in the greater distance, set into massive walls around the perimeter of the vast metropolis, but the nearest was the one Declan indicated.