"... I see," Kyousuke commented. "I'm going to try to think more about the harder part. An archive should still be there, but with this, we may only get one chance." If they screwed up there, there was a chance it would ruin the rest of their progress, and that was something they couldn't afford to see happen.

"No," Kyousuke admitted, and from there, he hesitated. The first night he'd tried, they'd simply run out of time, waking up as soon as they got to the top of the escalator, and though it was an understandable setback, he didn't want to make any excuses for himself. Last night, however, was more complicated, and he found himself frowning, tense just thinking about it. His instinct was to not mention it all, but he knew Kratos had been through the hell of being dragged to the second floor. While it wasn't something they'd discussed, it seemed ... fair, to reciprocate that knowledge.

"Last night I was ... preoccupied," the boy muttered awkwardly, feeling pathetic. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything... He didn't want to talk about it at all, and what was worse, it sounded like he was trying to excuse himself from not having accomplished anything. Another part of him almost wanted to blurt everything out, for reasons he couldn't even fathom, and because of that, he silently hoped Kratos wouldn't ask what he meant, so that he couldn't give it the chance.