[ He's quiet while she explains, handing off the towel when she reaches for it; he's pursing his lips all the while, thinking it through, and when he catches a hint of irritated amusement he sighs and sits across from her. ]

Is that all... [ Like it's no big deal—but it is, and he's just... preparing himself. ] And then he used them to find the barriers, I assume, and then... okay.

[ Okay. ]

Don't talk to him again, okay? [ Like you can stop it. ] I'm going to take some precautions so nothing bad can happen to you or anyone else here. [ Because that worked the first time, eh, brother? ] Silver already knows, so I think the next step is probably to tell the Enforcers—

[ So you can get kicked out of it? Who's after that, Tsukiyama-san?

Black freezes with his spoon halfway to his lips; he sets it back down, folding his hands on the table, and looks at White. ]

...Never mind. I'm not sure even telling people about him would help. [ There's a chuckle in his mind, and he swallows hard. ] I just... I don't know. I don't want anyone to get hurt again, White. Not you, not anyone here, not the world back home... but I don't know what to do.