"Hm." Did he have any on him, when they last met? Perhaps it's simply due to the fact that they'd had bigger concerns at the time (such as how to get rid of his body), but they do not recall. It's grating. "The manner in which we've arrived certainly implies some benefactor in our midst. Doubtless they'll see fit to reveal themselves when best suits them."

What will it be this time, they wonder. Another war that is not their responsibility? A world in need of saving that holds no affection? Truly, they cannot wait to discover what it is they're supposed to care about this time.

Leaning over, Chara plucks the bottle from his grasp- eyes on the man, rather than any invasive attempt to discern what his medication may do. They have an intimate knowledge of it already.

"I trust you understand- there is no room for a repeat of August in this place."