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"Maybe not.." The vines had made them feel trapped, and that illness made them irritated. Honestly, it could ave all been a set up just for the wish. He was certain the others still ha theirs in tact, but he couldn't pass that information to Ripley. It was not his life to bargain.

Otto was at least encouraged that Ripley had some semblance of hope. They had to try something. Doing nothing was awful. "I'd rather die fighting than do nothing"

He tapped his fingers on the table, drumming them as he tried to think of a plan of action.

"Welp. When in doubt." He flipped open his phone and began to type. "Ask the peanut gallery."

"Yeah sure." Otto murmured, looking at his phone distractedly. He'd already gotten some responses, none helpful yet. Rep seemed willing, and Otto assumed he might send him a DM any moment. However, there were trolls like Chel who only seemed to want to use the question he'd posted as a means of shaming him into withdrawing his query.

Honestly, it was as if some people thought Otto was a moron. He feared this to be truer than he knew.

Otto felt like maybe he should be offended here. Sipping the pop, he realized not a trace of booze was in it, yet Ripley had a whole glass. Then again, Otto mixed with anything alcohol based wasn't the best sort for research tasks. Instead, he decided to audibly chastise Ripley for drinking on the job, making him feel much better about it.

"Notes..." He'd planned to simply memorize the information, but now that Ripley suggested note taking... well, that seemed a lot more logical. Otto's memory was a foggy mess of vague facts he couldn't place. "Yeah. Good plan." He dragged a slip of paper towards himself. That's when his phone pinged again.

Rep was messaging him. With a lot of confidential information.

"s**t.." Otto read over the notes given, his gaze focused and his fingers typing quick replies. "So um... got a lead."

Otto grimaced. "He gave me a lot of info, but he wants me to keep it secret...." As much as Otto respected Rep in some areas, the whole point of this information was to use it to help himself and Ripley, and in turn perhaps all of Deus and the world. There had to be a way to hint at things so Ripley could come to his own conclusion.

"Okay, so um.." He scanned the information again, and found there were tidbits that he and Ripley had mentioned before. Those were safe to repeat to Ripley. "On the right track, anyway. That kid you saw? A little kid is tied in with Creation's legacy, or just appears as a kid. But you knew that." It was just nice to affirm that someone else had seen the same thing.

"Remember anythin' about that legend of King Arthur? Creation's got to do with the Grail." He felt like he was betraying Rep's trust by repeating the information. It hurt relaying every word of it. "You said you was in Delta, and it's pretty well confirmed that the whole s**t storm happened cause of it."

After more reading, he let out a relieved sigh.

"He's posted a huge folder of info in the cafeteria." Which meant what he relayed to Ripley would likely be in that folder. He was spared the pain of taking advantage of Rep's trust.

"I'll be right back. Maybe I can photocopy it and bring it back here."

"Cool. Be right back."

And off he went. He didn't bother to read too much of the folder when he arrived at the cafeteria, figuring he'd have plenty of time to do so later. Taking the public folder, he jogged to the nearest copier and impatiently replicated each page.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, Otto was back inside Ripley and Finn's apartment. "Got it!" He said breathlessly, having run there and back as if this were life and death. He dropped the pile of papers into the centre of the table and flopped back into his chair. "Ain't read'm yet." He murmured and grabbed his glass.

He downed the whole cup in less than a few gulps.