Albedo's fingers tightened around his brother's, eyes seeking out Nigredo's own. "There's nothing to forgive," he said truthfully. "There's nothing wrong." It's okay, Albedo had said, a week and a half past. He had promised that things would be okay from that point on.

Being caught in his own lie made his stomach roll unsteadily. {...I should be the one apologizing to you.}

For not protecting him. For not taking care of him as he should.

Nigredo noted the things on the board, and Albedo nodded once, lips thin. "There's a stated cure. There's a difference." Here, Albedo's paranoia would work in their favor. "Before anything, you or I would need to speak to one of those 'cured' to discern if they're telling the truth. I told you, I'm not the only one with my task. It could be a ruse." That said... "If it's not... It still depends. From the things given, it'd would be a stomach operation, and searching for something the size of a pinprick." He watched Nigredo warily, fear present. "...I don't know if I can risk you to something like that."