Bruce kept pace with Alvios and Jenso, though he retained a zero-Ki output. His nerves were alight with anticipation, but he kept focused on the conversation to check himself.

That Jenso's most reliably powerful form had been robbed of him only resolved Bruce further that his idea for Ki transference needed to be not only seriously considered, but performed. He knew he couldn't possibly achieve the concentration and sheer density that Alvios could, let alone within the time frame they had before an imminent final confrontation. But he had no doubt he could make it work.

The primary concern from Bruce's end was determining what the truest form of his Ki actually looked like. Did the red streak of Sakki in his blades mark a tainting of what was once golden, or was [i]that[/i] his Ki at its most pure?

Bruce tightened his lip, placing the quandary in the back of his mind. 

[color=0072bc]"Becoming separated was, to some extent, virtually inevitable,"[/color] Bruce said. [color=0072bc]"Apart from losing precious time, it's impossible to say what other consequences there might be for waiting for the others to catch up. We certainly don't have the element of surprise any longer, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't press on while there's no apparent resistance in front of us."[/color]

Bruce's inclinations partially came from his own poorly-disguised eagerness for action, though he did shoot Jenso a brief, if significant, glare.
[color=0072bc]"It [i]is[/i] critical that we don't split up any more than we already have, of course."[/color]