<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Trust</span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 9:30 AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>SOPHE Headquarters, Oei's Office<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Matsumoto Oei<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured.<br/><hr/>“That is... certainly a lot to take in. You mean to say they're...?” Toshiro couldn't help but run a hand anxiously through his somewhat disheveled hair, his mouth nearly agape as he stared wide eyed at Director Matsumoto in a mixture of awe and contemplation. It was absolutely dizzying how many connections this new revelation brought together in his mind, how many redactions suddenly lifted in the documents he'd memorized, how many possibilities became unveiled, all from this one colossal truth being revealed. It was marvelously exhilarating, inspiring, but more significantly, there was a familiarity to the situation that had the scientist out of his chair and pacing back and forth in front of Oei's desk as she reiterated the goals of SOPHE and the necessity for discretion in the matter of the project.<br/><br/>“I don't imagine we'd be having this discussion if you didn't think I could be trusted to keep a secret. I don't have a family who would care to listen, and my friends are smart enough to know how important it is to keep some things hidden.” Toshiro had no desire to discuss his familial connections, and he desperately hoped that Director Matsumoto would not be so callous as to further question him regarding the subject when his file should have said all that needed to be known on the matter. As to his friends, in descending order of affection there was Marceline and Albion, neither of whom would be particularly interested in prying secrets from Toshiro's head.<br/><br/>To say that Toshiro's life had been shaped by his experiences with demon's of a malevolent stripe would be an understatement, but again Toshiro didn't feel the need to press this point in reply to Director Matsumoto's comments on varying morality of demons as the confidant nonchalance behind her gaze largely implied a level of understanding that didn't require further details in the matter. The flustered scientist could only nod his head in response as he spoke with a slight smile, “There's no need to convince me of the potential for good in demons, if I didn't think it was the case, we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.”<br/><br/>There wasn't an ounce of hesitance in Toshiro's voice as he quickly sat back into the chair across the desk from Director Matsumoto, the heel of his right foot rising and falling in rapid succession as he replied, “Of course I want to do this! If I understand the situation correctly, there's no better opportunity for preventing harm to both mankind and demon alike more than seeing this project through! If there's any chance we can help the victim, then we need to do everything we can.” Toshiro wasn't so blinded by his enthusiasm for what he could accomplish with an unlimited research budget or the potential to work with one of the more significant sources of human demon synthesis in recorded history to notice that Matsumoto's last words rang somewhat akin to a threat, however this was largely irrelevant to him.