A prolonged beat passed between them as Nigredo gauged Albedo, brows furrowed in deep thought. Neither pretenses nor teasing were present in the elder's waveform. Surprisingly, he meant every part of the sentiment. Furthermore, he was pleased by the excitement displayed, like a friend sharing in another's happiness. Nigredo tipped his head, staring briefly at the overcast sky before sparing a kind look at Albedo. "I'm glad you see it as such," he spoke. The boy flashed a quick smile, to settle on stoicism once more.

"Sure," continued Nigredo. He hadn't a reason to withhold his motives for this. The questions would be answered in their entirety. "I thought you might pick up on the details I miss. You're more knowledgeable than I am, after all." Never mind his information source. "Besides, I trust you the most." With a swift hand, Nigredo turned to a page in Renamon's journal, where the first transcript had been written with obvious effort. "As for what we're getting into, I guess you can say I'm trying to gauge the development. Before we arrived, the institute operated under a very different paradigm. I want to know what had changed."

And what he could reap.