The answer surprises him, and he doesn't bother to hide it. He looks and feels as though he's been slapped. Not only is his concern unwanted, it's unfit to even be returned. He should worry about himself, he singularly. At best it's a rejection, and at worst a threat. The fact that moments ago he'd been openly telling Ginko his worries only makes it sting that much worse. He closes his eyes and takes in a breath. There's a spark of red and blue individually, before the usual violet color of his psionic aura begins to manifest. Still, it's different, red and blue sometimes pulling apart before colliding together in a shower of sparks.

He opens his eyes, glaring at Ginko before beginning to rise.

"Fine. I will." And with that said he flies off, moving away from the lake as quickly as his psionics will carry him.