One could not lie through the link, no, and though there was nothing to guarantee such an outcome, Nigredo held no objections. Only truth and trust lay in this brother's words. Nigredo was only surprised that Albedo would let him move toward Rubedo and converse; he expected joint movement, united in whatever decision they held to. Although given what the youngest knew, perhaps he should not be surprised at the very least.

And the parts of him that loved both siblings were grateful for the allowance.

He squeezed the hand again for reassurance, before he released in favor of meeting the other eye-to-eye. {If you don't--} If you can't, was unsaid. {--then I'll come back.} If Albedo could not promise to follow, Nigredo could promise to return. That was the basis of their connection between them, was it not? The boy paused for breath and ran toward where his other brother was busy inside a dilapidated building.

As was expected of him, Nigredo recalled the request to move the partially broken table. This he fulfilled without delay, stopping once to pick out the shards of glass strewn upon the surface. The fact of needing furniture seemed ridiculous to him, and he could not get a sense as to why they required such a setup. Nevertheless, he was not one to forget. To question, but not to forget.

He didn't think to ask, however, until he was staring uncomfortably through the window. Until he could make out the bright red hair as its owner busied himself over chairs. "Hey--" Nigredo paused, a choking sensation passing over him. It had truly been some time since he had ever conversed with this one. Everything came as awkward.

He inhaled slowly and tried again. "Rubedo, do we really need furniture? Wouldn't it be easier to talk inside?"