Francœur clutched his hands close to his chest. He did not like this conflict. Rather than become angry, he grew scared. He stepped away from the growing argument. At least one of them wanted to hear them out, but he wanted to leave. They had nothing here that could make him happy. With their ban on music and dance, they could not even keep him anywhere near contentment.

The door was right there. He wanted to leave, but not without the rest, at least, not without Fionna and Odo. If Grell wanted to stay, he would not stop her. He looked at the exit, wondering if they could just walk out. They said they must stay, but what was really stopping them?