"Recon... well, not as much as I'd liked to have gotten. There was this weird thing with the shadows last night. They came alive or something and got in the way." That was the best explanation. Once you'd fought darkness like he had, you stopped asking how it could do what it did. And shadows were just an extension of the darkness, created by the light.

A balance. Couldn't have one without the other.

"I was with two other guys and we only got to a janitor closet. I grabbed a few batteries, but it wasn't really a good run." Well, it was a little helpful because his path last night had helped him confirm that the map, to the best of his knowledge, was accurate. He wasn't stupid enough to trust anything pasted up on the board, but even just following this path made it seem pretty darn close to what the Institute really looked like. There were so many doors, though... had all of them been opened?

Speaking of doors: here was the final one on this run to the kitchen. It was different from the others they'd run through because it remained sturdy and motionless when Roxas tried the handle, locked shut with a rusted padlock. "Hold on," he said before giving his own little response about Landel himself. Just thinking of the guy who put them here made the pipe swing a little harder into the lock than he'd initially meant it to, but the result was just what he wanted. The lock split, dropping to the floor.

He'd bent the pipe a little bit, but he could live with that.