"A crux, certainly," Hirune agrees, despite looking uncertain as to what a Catholic is. Blaze has handed her Ghost the drive to feed into their system; in a couple of seconds the data is spilling out in projection, popping up reports and figures as the lead Warlock extracts and converts and rearranges them for readability. Fortunately they've refined the automatic features such that the language and unit drift is corrected for nearly automatically. The Warlocks' two Ghosts swoop in to help, scanning and pulling apart sections of data.

"So- remove the linchpin, collapse the probability space?" Ulysses is speculating as he eyeballs the numbers (despite having green lights for eyeballs). "Multiple outcomes trying to exist simultaneously or just trying to occupy the same physical space? That would be weird." ...And disturbing. That would also be a good word for it.

"Data first, my friend." Hirune's looking more absorbed and more concerned the deeper she gets.