[A point of interest and oh, is that putting it lightly. Vandare had been one thing: a common enemy and a common goal. Take care of the Bloody Bones and rebuild the rest. A simple idea that only grew more complicated as time went on. The parasites, though. They had been like a thief in the night - the slow creep disease setting in before any of them realized the signs. Greed yanks a compartment open and a pair of keys loops in the hook of his middle finger.] Might be worth taking a look ourselves, don't you think?

[Laboratories. Bad blood born of another life - of a time far away from here. He doubts it's the same thing. This world is a little more open - its secrets blurted on the network as easy as a keystroke. Still, history: it has a way of leaving a wound or two.]

[And while it hadn't been him there, the situation's not so different.]

[The Sin coils his fingers around the ring.] Not too surprising. That's where the colony was, right? [The details elude him. He remembers Dante referring to a swarm; sentient bugs with a hive mind mentality burrowed under the surface. The priests in the village up North had something to do with it, though now? Now, not much of that remains.]

[Greed's tail gives a petulant flick. Running out of time - ] The labs are in Bavan, right? Pretty convenient - [Soot furls out of his jaw, a lofty note. He's got business in Bavan, anyway.]

[A little detour won't hurt.]