Matias stared into Midnight's eyes, his brow furrowing slightly. His hands slid off of her body as soon as he could make sure that Midnight wouldn't flop like a fish.

Hopefully.

"Ah?"

He turned to Dante.

"Oh, that thing... Well, the lab results are moot at this point–"

He eyed Oleander for a split second.

"–but the data opened a few doors. We think there's definitely a pattern in the disappearances."