[Carlisle's gaze lands on Qubit, and he does not like what he sees; his expression is hard, dark, almost predatory in the sharpness of his eyes. There's anger laced into his brow, and Carlisle cannot blame him for it. He'd be furious if he thought Qubit was keeping something pertinent from him, after all.

But this really was an accident, his avoidance of the subject unrelated to Qubit's memory loss. Carlisle had known Qubit would want to investigate himself if he knew the room existed, and so he hadn't brought it up to him before, staying silent about the white room he and Kabal discovered in the depths of Anchor. Surely it's not related; surely Qubit and Peter didn't somehow stumble upon it in the maze, or find some remnant of it that had escaped when the room had been opened.

But Carlisle can't be certain, and he certainly can't avoid talking about it now, not when Qubit is boring a hole into him with his eyes alone. He stiffens in his chair, his fingers curling against the table's surface.]

There- there is a room in this place, down in the flooded tunnels. V- vaults of some kind. One of- one of them is home to a terrifying presence I cannot explain. It isn't in the maze. It cannot be related. We sealed it in there!