Noa, unfortunately, does not quite hear what Spyro is saying. After the Dragon's words his hearing was filled with the roar of his own pulse as anger built, the declarations coming far too close to words he had said as a supercomputer in the past.

Seto is reaching for him.

If he makes contact, Noa jerks back with clenched fists. "There's no need at all," Noa growls, catching the last of Spyro's words with little context or care other than a hook for his own. "Not for this. Perhaps humans were right to call your terms slavery!" He snarls, unable to care about shortening his words for the dragon before them. He has no patience after all, to spell it out for them over time.

"At the very least, you're not even fit to command one, let alone all! A ruler doesn't exist to be served and exalted! They exist to serve and care for the people they have come to watch over! They are someone to whom DUTY falls, not superiority! And if you think I intend to watch someone who claims such 'greatness' over me make the same mistakes I did as something other than human, you can think again! For while we are certainly flawed, at least I understood that there was hope among them!"

....Quietly, Adelai seems tempted to clap from where he's sitting on Noa's back.

He also hopes they don't get swallowed in mist.