[On the other side of the main aisle, Cloud mimicked Sniper without realizing it, picking a book off the shelves at random and peering at the title.] Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them? [Interesting... the cover was a little torn by what Cloud would judge to be something sharp--a knife, or, going by the book's title, maybe claws. There was also a square bit of white paper stuck to the cover. It had 'Property of' written across it in extremely neat, regular words, and beneath that, a scribble of a name. He squinted at it.] Harry... Potter. Nnnn.

[He opened the book at random, seeing a picture of something that looked like the head of a horse, but glanced over when Sniper spoke.] Hmm. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about that. [He closed the book again, and tucked it under his arm. He'd read it later--no one was here to stop him taking it, and it looked interesting.] I... don't exactly know. [That admission was a little painful, almost. From what little he'd seen in his memories, he should know more about whatever these mushi things were. A lot more.]

I visited a library dedicated to the study of them, in one of my memories... it must have been at least this large. And in another, I helped a little girl whose eyes were infected by one particular species of mushi... there must be thousands of different species. [He frowned slightly, thinking of the last memory he'd received.] ...some of them are worse than others, I guess.