Tanaka raised an eyebrow. "They do. They're just not... burning. No drive or effort. Content and inactive." More potential than the dull remnants of light seen in some of the creatures around the city, sure, but you couldn't motivate a soul that had nothing it wanted to accomplish.

The cheerleader fiddled with his glasses a moment, frowning. He didn't like his abilities being doubted, as an individual and especially as an Ouendan. He hadn't been on a proper mission--one not formulated by plan, but by sporadic necessity--for a long time, and the last one he'd been on had resulted in a less than ideal manner. He needed to get back to work, somehow or another.

Timon's question snapped him away from his moody thoughts again. "Ah. Partially. I did introduce myself in our last meeting, but I didn't catch yours at the time." Since then, he'd had the opportunity to read it over the journals, though.