"I think that's exactly what they're tryin' to do, with these new names and everything. Break us for what, I don't know, but... if I was an evil bastard, I bet I'd love to have a bunch of people like us under my control." He frowned. "Though that doesn't explain some of the people here, like that Tamaki guy. He sounds pretty worthless. Unless maybe he's got some hidden potential."

He frowned. "I don't know. I just don't know. We need more information, and that's just not happening."

He put the finishing touches on the map for Hisoka, labeling the rooms he knew about that hadn't been on Namine's map. "Maybe they do about our abilities. But to us, it feels like they've just put a powerful binding on our reiatsu. So anything that uses a lot of that energy... just not happening. I don't know how it feels to other people, though."

He carefully tore the page from his journal and stood, then put it down next to Hisoka. Then he lifted the mattress of his own bed to retrieve his katana, still wrapped as it had been last night. He tied it around his waist. It made him a little sad; almost made him feel like he had Zabimaru back, except for that continued, terrible feeling of emptiness. "At least some abilities, they can't take from us."