[ There's a flash nod, first to Hank and then Connor, as the question of understanding gets presented by both. And he doesn't so mind as the pair speak between each other, enjoying the relief that comes from just...understanding at all, like a breath he didn't know he was holding. That discomfort in his limbs loosening, or his place in this seat, in this room, not as conflicting.

Even if he still probably is the odd one out here between two detective types. He listens anyway, the subject by itself one void of any relief. But typically Dualis. ]

Didn't clones of people who weren't here long get loose during that blackout? Wouldn't that mean some of 'em are just...sitting around? Waiting 'til the Head sends them out?

[ He's not sure if he's had that blackout fiasco clear, but when he thought about it once, that detail stuck with him. Then he wonders if he shouldn't have spoken up, but goes on regardless. ]

The Head can take our memories and figure us out in our worlds, but what about what we'd do here? If it gave us leeway with our powers? What are we gonna do then? That goes with the idea of researching us, right? Seeing what we do? [ He's looking between the pair of them. ]

And bringing in people who know each other...

[ He doesn't stop suddenly, but he pauses soon after, eyes widening as he realises what he's about to put forward to maybe the two people he doesn't want to share it with. He looks away, rubbing at the back of his head. ]

I've, uhh, just been thinking a lot since the warehouse attack. [ Maybe too much. Probably. But he does pick his gaze back up to look at Hank. ]

Tell him if he needs me to say anything so he gets it. Tell him thanks for talking to me. [ And because it's not enough to say just to Hank alone, Tidus turns to Connor. ]

Thanks.