Frey managed to resist the temptation to just put his head down on the table and cry. While this was all very frustrating, it was far from the worst thing he'd ever been through and it would be silly and childish to cry over petty things. He did close his eyes for a moment, however, to regain his composure. "I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't know what Rune Mr. Sword has, or why his appearance would tell me anything about it."

Placing his hands flat on the table's surface, palms down, to keep them from shaking from all this stress, Frey managed a wan smile and said, "As for testing my Rune, from the sound of things I won't have much choice. I arranged to work with the Arts & Crafts club tonight, and my team is apparently going to the basement."