[From here.]

Nigredo stalked through the next hallway, noting forms and voices and none of the details. His mind was on other matters. In tune to Albedo's statement, affirmation piqued. It was as he said: some were not themselves.

{I'm going to find out,} the younger managed, pausing only briefly at the touch. And to throw out an impression of a man, one recognizable to both.

[To here.]