Part of Mithrun is tempted to bristle at Angeal's insistence- and he does, a little bit, his tail flicking sharply against the floor.

The problem is that Angeal is entirely right. Mithrun's "solution" to this point has been temporary, surface-level, and admittedly inconvenient. There's no denying he could benefit from some kind of insight - maybe even something he could use to get this parasite out of his ear faster and for longer.

"...Fine." He clearly isn't pleased, tension still strung under every inch of his skin - but he'll agree. He'll follow.

It's something.