"Unless... I'm so sorry," Hirune murmurs sincerely, staring into the numbers. They're no strangers to visions of death and shadow, but every snuffed light is worth mourning. She reaches out to catch that report on the patchwork world and draws it close for somber study. "...All of you. Dead Orbit must not see this."

"Fine," Blaze agrees, leaning over the table to peer at what she's reading. One might wonder if a robot really needs to do that. "I said no politics. Why though?"

"Never mind them," Ulysses says dismissively. He's watching the graphs and numbers fall into place with fascination. "The Darkness mustn't see this." He lifts his head, optics tracking the record of incursions. "...I know this logic. Not from the Vex. It's... Mechanistic solutions may not be enough. Necessary, though."