"If I can guess how CERES likes to work, throwing them out may not have been wise."

Several of the group's gifts to the people here had turned deadly if abused or tossed aside, at least that's what the had noticed in the last couple of months. It was half the reason why he had stuffed his into a closet to forget about, though he did half-expect it to come limping out one day.

"Back into us?"

He had a theory that they were a bit of them or stemmed from whatever code used to make the people here. The butterfly set off once again, going after the CYbuddies with little chimes as if trying to encourage the takos.

"After all, they did share out pieces of our memories to whoever ran into them."