"....right then." Vincent replied, as Sharp took the phone.

"I'll get this to Azazel, and make sure he charges it." he told her, before leaving.

"...demonboi?" Vincent then asked Aedan.

"Do you mean that figuratively, or literally?" he asked her.

"Because I've heard that name before, and while I know that it would normally be farfetched to make the obvious assumption, I also know nothing is impossible in this world." he said.

"It's been proven to me time and time again."

Vincent thought for a moment when Aedan said that.

"Thankfully, I can call upon someone that's a real wiz with tech." he said.

"Leonard Fenretti. He's the one that installed the map system you have here." he told her. "I know his signature mark anywhere." he chuckled.

"But if it IS, indeed, more than a dead battery, we'll call him in." he told her.

"I'm just glad you're okay, Reveka." he then said.

"...well, more or less." he added with a bit of a throat-clearing.

Thankfully, Hal hadn't managed to get very far after he left, and he'd heard what Aedan had said.

"Trust me, I know!" he called back to her.

"He does." Vincent confirmed. "Was pretty much the first thing he mumbled to himself when we got down here." he told her further.

"...still. I didn't think something like this could happen." he admitted.

"It would seem that nobody is safe from these... things." he went on.

"Who on earth could have created these? And how? Why?" he wondered further, scratching at his chin.

Vincent pondered on what she said, his brow furrowing.

"...well, I know ONE individual that comes to mind when you mention humans can't do it." he said. "But it's wise to never jump to conclusions, no matter how wise or logical they may seem." he reasoned.

"Also, one CAN argue about your state of being. But that is an entirely different debate. One that is academic at best, and detracting from the larger topic at hand." he went on.

"Regardless, I'm sorry this happened to you." he then apologized.

"Now, we need to find out more about these things. Like if they have intelligence, or memory, or any kind of sentience." he went on.

"If they do, that secret room of records has been SEVERELY compromised."

".....hmmm." Vincent muttered.

"That sort of behaviour indicates that it's either acting entirely on instinct, desire, or programming." he said.

"Meaning it might have sentience, but it's so limited that they're only aware of what gets them to whatever their intended goal is... which is probably something short-term, such as killing those that they see as 'alive'." he went on.

"But all this is pure conjecture. Hopefully the remnants of your father's work can shed some light on it." he continued.

"...and you are right. I should check down there to make sure everything is still there and intact." he muttered.

"But I now question going there alone. If the same would happen to me, then the aftermath would not nearly be so... trivial? I suppose?" he finished, struggling to find the appropriate word.

He wasn't saying Aedan having her neck snapped was something to merely disregard entirely, but that the same treatment was far worse for those that were not like her... such as himself.

Vincent crossed his hands over his chest, and thought for a moment.

"Hmm." he mumbled.

"I'll need someone that can... essentially survive dying." he said.

"Lindsay fits that bill, but his rather firey rebirth will be a hazard..." he went on.

"I may just need to do this myself." he sighed.

"And just... hope that I manage it without another of those statues showing up."

Vincent blinked a couple of times when she said that.

"Ty?" he asked.

"OH!" he then exclaimed, snapping his fingers. "Agent King!" he realized.

"Ah yes, he's a regenerator. He would come back from that, and it would be safe." he said.

"How much of the records did you get through?" he asked her.

"All of them? Some of them? Most of them?" he asked further.

"There's not a whole hell of a lot in there, so it'd be pretty easy to guess at a glance." he added with a bit of a wry chuckle.

Vincent shook his head.

"I think that's all." he said.

"We... should probably catch up at some point, when there are less pressing matters to attend to." he suggested.

"For now, I'll talk to Sharp about getting Agent King to check on those records." he continued.

"Thank you for doing this, Reveka." he then said.

"And I AM sorry it turned out this way."

Vincent nodded, and then left.

Some time later, as the attacks were continuing, Kiah and Illias were in the lab, getting ready to test a compound, when they heard Sharp's voice ring out from the entrance to the lab.

"Doctor Fyrane!" he called out.

"...woah." Illiad muttered.

"You know it's serious when he calls out for you formally like that."

A few seconds later, Sharp entered the room they were in.

"Are you busy?" he asked.

"A little." Illias responded.

"Give us a few minutes, and she'll be free to discuss whatever it is you need to talk to her about." he told him.

"This concerns the both of you." Sharp told them in response.

"In the sense that you're both the best in the lab." he then clarified.

"So I will wait until you are finished." he added.