"Atlan." Lizzie came running towards him and buried her face in his chest. She clicked her tongue once she saw Atlan walking normally in the battle suit.
There was a small part of her that wished that Atlan wasn't able to carry the battle suit at all. That way, he wouldn't have to go on the mission.
"It's not too late to back down."
"I have to do this," he replied.
Lizzie removed herself from him and sniffed. "Fine. My only solace to the fact that you're embarking on this mission is because of Ninth. I'm sure that she'd protect you to the best of her abilities.
Just make sure to always follow her instructions. No going off on your own. I repeat, no shenanigans! Don't think I don't know you, Atlan. You will undoubtedly do some stupid thing and risk your life for no reason."