Kurai crouched beside him, still holding his hand and peering into his eyes.  The concepts and nuances she could not understand were dancing behind his eyes, and she pursed her lips thoughtfully.  "Interesting," she said in a politely disinterested tone.  Maybe she'd been answering his question, or maybe it had been a sardonic commentary on himself.  Whatever it was, she dropped his hand to turn and regard her fellow freed Words and the Outside.<br/><br/>Though Kenji's eyes would gradually lose the lingering black-and-white vision, Kurai moved in a tiny bubble of greyscale as she tucked her hands behind her back and slowly paced, studying the walls and the furniture with a quirk of her head and that same polite disinterest in her eyes.