"When I went down earlier, I slipped beneath the bottom of the sand pool. Down there, I..."
"Director, what did you see down there?"
"Actually, apart from the bodies I brought up, I didn't see anything. But I could sense that there should be something down there, because it was too dark."
"Too dark?"
Alfred frowned slightly, turning those words over in his mind.
Although the Director had always refused to admit it, he might actually have been purer in his light than the vast majority of Light Remnants.
So what was darkness in the eyes of light?
Alfred looked at Neo again and found that Neo had no intention of explaining. He merely waved him on.
"Director, I'll go down and set up the formation."
"Yes, go ahead."
Alfred walked forward. Ventura and Muli naturally followed, intending to go with him, while Philomina lagged three beats behind.
First, she felt there was no need to go down, since formations weren't her specialty;
then she realized that Ventura and Muli weren't good at formations either, yet were going down with him, and thought they were stupid;
finally, she realized she was the stupid one.
"Hey, what are you following him for? Sit down and rest. Stay in good condition. This sand pool is a barrier. Here on this platform outside the sand pool, we still have a little freedom.
"Don't worry. If anything happens later, you'll go in first. I'll definitely be behind you."
When the Captain wasn't around, the Director's words still carried weight.
Ventura and the others stopped and rested where they were.
Neo called out to Alfred again, "Oh, before you go down, leave me the cigarettes in your pocket. I'm worried I'll get bored sitting here."
Although the Young Master was currently in danger, Alfred felt