A certain deadness in his eyes says that Tsukishima knows, but he doesn’t say anything about it. It seems unwise to antagonize something much bigger than him that thinks metal ore is a fine dinner. Instead, he shrugs. “It’s why I didn’t want to go alone. I was thinking I could sneak past things and make a run for it if all else failed, but I figured it would be better to have someone who knew what they were doing with me.”

Anyway, that’s just getting repetitive. “Do you need to get anything? I was planning on waiting for people to find the note I was going to leave, but if you’re ready immediately, there’s still plenty of daylight left today…”