"That's troublesome," he says almost as if it's not really a problem at all. But it is. And it's especially curious to Fubuki, as someone who's sense of self-worth hinges on who he is. Or...who's most needed at the time. "It makes sense, though."

After all, there'd been things looking for them this time. What might have happened if they had been easier to find? Although...that begs another question, one Fubuki hasn't thought of before now, and one he thinks he should ask Kidou before he addresses the one he'd originally intended to be his second.

Glancing back over his shoulder he asks, "If it's to protect us, though...we should still be able to recognize each other. Unless there's the possibility of people like us switching sides?"