Claude wasn't exactly sure what they'd wind up doing once they caught up with Sync, but he imagined a fight would be involved. With the way he ran around the institute and caused trouble for other people like he did, he obviously needed to be knocked down a peg or two at the very least. Child or no, Claude was willing to do what it took to make sure Sync didn't hurt anymore people. When it came down to it, someone who broke somebody's arm just for fun and casually made death threats couldn't be allowed to do as he pleased.

He just hoped the two girls who were with him were all right. Whether they were being deceived or were being forced into the basement trips some other way was still up in the air, but that didn't change the fact that being near Sync was dangerous.

The unstable laugh had interrupted him before he could answer Dias' question. Startled, he'd tried to get a better look through the door. Was someone in there? Who would laugh like that? It didn't sound like Sync, and yet they hadn't heard it until the group had entered the room. Was it some kind of a monster? A brainwashed patient maybe?

They needed to be careful.

As usual, though, Dias had taken the lead without consulting either of them. Vaguely irritated, Claude followed after, but his expression smoothed out once he stepped into the sun room. A pair of violet lights peered at them from the darkness overhead, and Claude momentarily froze before slowly moving after his rival. He wasn't sure what that was, but it didn't look good.