The nurse had been prompt about retrieving the notebook, and Nigredo offered his gratitude in words. "Thank you," he had said, before moving to where Albedo was situated. The minutes away did better for his mood, and by the time he adjusted against the pole, the boy appeared lighter, perfectly ready to take on an overdue task.

His explanation, therefore, read as excitement. He had been looking forward to this for awhile, after all. "The journal was lent to me a few days ago." By no one in particular, of course. As much as he admired Renamon, Nigredo was not so stupid as to focus on another in front of this brother. "It contains transcripts of the intercom and radio broadcasts made in the period before our arrival. By Dr. Landel, his former associate, and others."

Without thinking, the child blushed, obviously pleased. "There is a good deal of history tied to this place," he continued. "From what was hinted at, it sounds pretty incredible." Entertaining to a twelve-year-old's mind, at least.