Move on? Telrim winces - or perhaps Natasha does, and the Yeerk with her. That's a dismissal, not advice - it hardly ever works as anything else. How could it now, when Mikoto's pain is so fresh? The Genome's strong-willed, but she's no Yeerk.

She backs off, frowning and keeping in the knowledge that there is plenty to be done about it. Zidane doesn't need to know, and as far as she can see he won't be any use. Yet. The Controller glances toward the Magelets, wondering if she can put that eager exploration to use in a minute or two. If even a couple of them were to wander off into the castle, everyone else would be needed to track them down...