Trak nodded. "If I know about it, I can protect Runaway from it. I've seen horrible things that Team Flare has done, and Twoey's still hiding a few things. I can handle it."
Meanwhile, Sycamore grimaced. "I've seen some... eccentric projects before, and when I was in college, I've participated in a few. Had to earn my accreditation somehow. This one isn't the worst I've seen, but it certainly is up there. I've always had issues with projects like that. It's like when people get stabbed in the eye in movies." He shuddered. "Ick..."
Trak considered Taylor's request. Runaway was sleeping, so he wouldn't hear it, but Twoey was listening. She looked to her Mewtwo. "Do you want to hear it, or go back into your ball?"
Twoey took a moment to think about it. "...I want to hear it."
"You sure?"
"Yes. I was a lab rat for three years. I've seen some things. Heard some things. Was involved in some things. If I know about it, I can help prevent it," Twoey nodded. He looked to the Zoroark. "Though... you may want to put him in a ball for a while, if it's as bad as I think it is..."