It was difficult for her to make out details when they were both plunged in total darkness; Tsubaki was quite sure already that Ranulf had the better night version. She couldn’t be positive on his body language, but his choice of words made her curious.

What did he mean by the atmosphere? Tsubaki found it hard to imagine anything more dungeon-like--all the Institute was missing were rusty shackles hanging from the ceiling, and iron maidens, and things of that sort. Actually, she wouldn’t be surprised if the place already had them. Ranulf didn’t sound like he was being downright sarcastic, but maybe he was.

She was quiet for a moment before directing her gaze forward at the hall opposite them. “It is hard to believe something so awful can be real.”