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Sylvite searched through the database as each name came up, and she actually found some results. She tilted the screen so that Vitriol could see. "It looks like Castor's file's been updated pretty recently," she said, "Which makes sense if he's around. Ganymede's here too, it just says she's an Eternal though. If you're sure she's a Princess I can update it." The search for Polaris, on the other hand, came up blank. Sylvite tilted her head. "That's weird. I think I have heard of her before. She has knights that serve her, yeah?"

The Dark Mirror leaders were there, too, except for Ares but that didn't really bother her. They were allies, supposedly, and didn't really seem to be doing all that much either way.

She scrolled past them pretty fast and looked up from the tablet, her lips curling towards a frown. "You said there's a knight as strong as them, though? That's gross."

Sylvite took a second to look from his claws to the tablet.

"Have you tried these communicator tablet things? It's like, a magic hologram thing. I don't actually know, but I don't think it's gonna break that easily."

Then, she put the tablet down for a second so she could grin at him. "But if you want someone to type for you, I can do it. It seems like you know all kinds of stuff! That's really cool."

She titled her head, still all bubbly and innocent. "How long have you been around?"

"Yeah, people are kinda awful about updating it," she said, and she gave out a huffy sigh with all of the frustration she didn't let out much. "Like, there was this interrogation thing a while before I joined up, but nobody. wrote. any. of. it. down." She huffed again, the frustration only building.

"So then the Order people decided they wanted revenge and me and my friends got tortured for something we don't even have a record of." She rolled her eyes at that, hard. Maybe that was one of the mysteries she could look into: who had let those records fall through the cracks.

It wasn't this guy's fault, though. He was being really nice, actually, and she grinned again. "So yeah, it's my project now. I don't wanna make you write too much, but if you're hearing stuff," not that she was totally convinced there wasn't more to him, but she could let it slide, "I'd really, really appreciate if you could put it in there."

Sylvite's grin went the biggest that it had been yet. "Really? Oh, that's awesome! Thanks so much!"

Getting someone's help, not just a snippet of information was way more than she had gotten from anyone so far. Maybe she needed to ask around the Negaverse more often.

The question about half-youma was kinda unexpected, even if it made sense given her new freinds's fluffy ears. She sucked her cheeks in for a second before answering. "You, like, the Information Branch or you, like, me?" She didn't wait for an answer. Sylvite almost always talked fast. "There's nothing in the database about it that I saw. I do know this guy called Faustite, he's got, like, smoke coming out of his back? It's pretty cool. And now I know you."

The smile hadn't gone anywhere. She maybe even seemed a little too excited about the whole thing.

"Yeah, I know stuff about him," said Sylvite. He'd been her first official interview, and there'd been some pretty juicy details that she was just about to spill with a grin before her self control kicked in just enough to stop her.

Faustite was a general. Vitriol was a slightly sketchy lieutenant.

It wouldn't keep her from talking, but first she asked, "Why?"

That was good enough for Sylvite.

"Okay," she said, then leaned in closer before she spilled her secrets. "We got brought in by the same guy, actually. Umber. He was kinda a jerk, but worse to him than me. Like, he just ignored me, but he used to break Faustite's arms and stuff."

Her voice got higher and she frowned, making it clear that she did not approve.

"It kinda rubbed off on him. He's really serious and a little mean. Not as bad, but yeah. He likes philosophy and boring stuff, but he also likes youma so he'd probably like you. He ate too many starseeds trying to heal from the arm-breaking stuff and he turned."

Sylvite stopped just long enough to take a breath.

"Umber's probably dead if you were wondering." There was a little more to the story, but that was probably better to keep to herself.

Close to Faustite? Sylvite giggled at that. It was hard to imagine him as close to anyone.

"Not really," she said. "Like I said, Umber didn't care about me. I didn't see either of them that much. It's just my job to know stuff, remember?"

She didn't always love thinking about her old general, especially about how she'd failed him and the rest of her early days in the wilderness, and she leaned back against the stone, taking a more serious tone again. "It's not that weird that he focused on Faustite, though. It's the same in sports. You're harder on the people who have more potential. I was laying low after the torture thing, so he brought in someone new. Someone who's already a general."

Sylvite wasn't great at hiding her emotions and she was quickly going from serious to bitter.

Sylvite shook her head. "No. He's only been a general a couple months, but he was already a captain when I met him, and I was still a lieutenant, so he's been going through the ranks pretty quick. So I guess he had potential."

Sylvite didn't get just what was so special about him. Maybe she was a little jealous.

"But yeah, pretty much everyone still thinks Umber's a total jerk. I mean, if it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here, but with his methods and stuff, I don't really care that he's dead."

Some of the other people from the investigation seemed even more happy about it. Sylvite still had mixed feelings about how she'd just been left to fend for herself, but it had been working out for her recently.

"And we were his only recruits."