[Morph wasn't about to argue the point. Yeah, it was ironic that someone so powerful had ended up here along with everyone else, but maybe power levels didn't matter. They still had no idea exactly how they or any of the other Chosen had ended up here. Hell, Morph had been on an asteroid in Earth's orbit and still been plucked up and transported to Aldrip like space itself hadn't been an obstacle.]

I still owe them payback for what they did to me. Besides, I can get close to them. I know them better than anyone.

[Kurt was the one exception, but Kurt also hadn't been involved in that particular incident. He'd need to die only if he wasn't gnosia. For the others it was personal, and even if they were infected, Morph wasn't so sure that they'd let them go. The gnosia gave them power that they'd never had before, and they intended to use it.

It's only as they tug off the 'blanket' that they realize the fabric is a garment. Morph looks between Douman and the kimono, visibly surprised, but they don't comment on it. Instead they hastily fold it up and lean over to pass it back to him.]

Are you going to keep looking for our so-called jailer? Because I oughta warn you, I've talked to people who have been here way longer than we have and haven't found any way out. Not yet.