It was... [He didn't really need to tell Sniper where it had apparently been living. This story was a bit to close to their own situation... Cloud himself felt somewhat unsettled when he thought about it.] ...eating her memories, slowly. Bit by bit.

[He leaned back against a nearby bookshelf, idly flipping through the pages of his new book for lack of anything to do with his hands.] Apparently, it was a kind of mushi that liked living in the shadows of trees until it found a host.