"Isn't that too much?!"
"..."
The hesitant clarification came from Luca, whose voice reached Sid through their shared sea of consciousness.
And although the golden-eyed cadet sounded rather stunned, the guardian mecha remained as courteous as ever.
"Negative, Little Master. According to D-29—"
GASP!
"..."
It was just that, for this one, Sid wasn't the only one waiting for an answer.
Because right beside him, a certain white-and-gold mecha had apparently been listening in, hanging on to every word with an almost ridiculous degree of anticipation.
"T-too much? Did the Host actually say too much?!"
D-29 sounded scandalized.
How could that be?!
"Sid! Did you relay everything as I said?!"
"...Yes."
The guardian mecha paused for a moment, seemingly reconsidering his answer.
"Just as I said it?!"
"...Well, relevant information has definitely been relayed."
"...!"
D-29 practically whirred in place.
Relevant information?!
What was that supposed to mean?!
"NOOO!"
