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<br/>​</div>Shiro arched a brow as Robin suddenly blew up at them all. He listened patiently, only narrowing his eyes slightly when Robin mentioned researchers talking. It was a shot in the dark. An easy assertion to make based on Shiro's temperament.. It didn't mean he actually<i>knew </i>anything...<br/><br/>...yeah...<br/><br/>Meanwhile the storm that was Farber raged on. His attention only returning when the vial hit the wooden table hard and Robin made his exit. In spite of everything, the one take away for Shiro was to marvel at the durability of the container. They really<i>did </i>make them to last, didn't they! He let a silence hang in the air for a bit before adjusting his glasses as he always did, clearing his throat and then looking over the canister a little more closely. "I've seen something vaguely similar to this.." he stated for any who cared to listen, "Of course the one I saw was the size of a grain silo, and couldn't hold air, much less Grimm smoke." A somewhat displeased look crossed his features, glancing to K, "I could get it open... with the right equipment... and about six months of time to crack the software... give or take a few more to develop a biometric key." Shiro sighed, "And even then, if the anti-intrusion protocols are anything like what I've worked with before, there's a 95% chance the sample will destroy itself before we've finished our first attempt." He removed his glasses and began cleaning them with a cloth from his jacket pocket, speaking to both Karma and K now, "There's what's on the market, and then there's what's cutting edge, and then there's what's only available in prototype from the lab... and then there's<i>this</i>." He nodded to the capsule, "For better or worse, our best bet for studying what's in that container just walked out the door to catch a flight into town." Finishing with his glasses and inspecting his work, he finally slips them back on and looks to K and Karma again, "On the other hand, allowing Atlas exclusive access to the sample, the Farber family in particular, will result in an experimental weapon waiting for proof of concept in less than three months."<br/><br/>"And the<i>bad </i>news is... there's only a 50/50 chance that weapon will be designed with Grimm in mind."<br/><br/>He let that sink in for a bit, sighing again, "I don't know Robin. I certainly don't agree with his ideals, and he might even have a few family related issues following him around... but I know what it's like to not belong." he looked to the sample again, watching the smoke swirl and churn within, "He's still thinking as if his team is somehow back in Atlas. Most of his family probably is. His loyalties are with Atlas because as cold and unforgiving as it is, it's his home." Shiro looked directly at K now, "The way I see it, your job is to remind him that his team is here. His family is us. His loyalty is to the friends who can see the best in him, even when it's very<i>very </i>difficult to do." He thought for a moment, "Best advice I can give is that if his rant was any indication, there's nothing we can say about him that he doesn't already feel about himself. His perfection is a byproduct of harsh self critique. If you can convince him that he doesn't need to listen to that all the time, maybe that'll bring him around." He shrugged and turned for the door, "Then again, I'm not that kind of doctor... You're smart, You'll figure something out." He paused on his way out and looked to Karma a moment, "For the record, no one here thinks you're anything except the product of your own hard work and determination. Whatever family you came from, you don't wear it on your sleeve, and if your heroism and skill are any indication, one day your family will be known for their relation to you, not you to them."<br/><br/>Having exhausted his good will for perhaps the entire decade, he continued onward to the exit. Distantly he wondered if somehow he was growing too attached to this team. Maybe it was seeing Robin and wanting to avoid the same trappings, or maybe he saw something endearing in all of them, but he would have to make sure and compartmentalize this... whatever<i>this </i>was. It didn't matter. It was a waste of<i>time</i>.<br/><br/>He frowned bitterly to himself.