[ — with his hands upon the door's frame, he looms tall and dark and threatening for a long moment. Someone is in his laboratory, ransacking it. While his security involves delicate wards and locks and rudimentary alarms that go off to signal to his overworked assistant ( his retainer, newly accepted and knowledgeable of their eventual fate — ), he does not expect the errant Kowloon native to enter his lab. He's kept the exterior looking very unassuming and uninviting, which means someone who knows of his location must be there.

To find Gen, throwing things around in search of — ah. ]

All three are with Aetós, per our agreement.

[ He's recently been informed that Dark's second shard was not the result of an overabundance of power, but the presence of a secondary soul within him. ]

Mister Link. Mister Schneider. Lucien.

[ Behind Bondrewd, his tail flicks through the air. Whole again. His body moves in a way that seems different, as though there is a weight and realness to him now. The armor is repaired, as though any damage done to him by Gavial and Gen and Yuri has simply vanished; the scent of skin and blood lingers under the clinical sterility upon him, the empty shell of his old 'self' discarded for damages that he did not have time to repair, in favor of overtaking a new form. Zoaholic sits somewhere, safe and apart from curious eyes.

Which means his work can begin in earnest, finally. ]

Would you like to discuss it? I understand you have been emotionally impacted by Mister Link, at the very least. I will do my best to answer any questions and address your grievances, Mister Minegishi.

[ Gen deserves answers, after all. ]