Jarah first looked at Eclipse, nodding simply and sighing. "Weird, but I'm sure we can get answers once we are in a more secluded area," He whispered simply, before turning back to Garuud. "We'll talk about this in the Cosmodrome, since we'll have plenty of time to spare. And please, there isn't a need to worry. I am not one to judge, Garuud, I simply want the truth." He stated gently. Meanwhile, the piercing, winter-blue glare of Quince, Jarah's ghost, could be felt from miles away, and here the little light was, ominously hanging by his guardian's head, staring down Garuud. His mind festered with ideas, and he grew increasingly more suspicious by the second.