The sound of ancient wood splintering is just enough to distract Arashi from sudden shock to make him release his grip on the kindling that was once the back of Harvestman's chair. His eyes are wide with a sort of angry disbelief, but it's not just at Harvestman -- it's at himself too, for not thinking to ask that exact same question.

Of course Brisbane told him that. Of course. Arashi had simply taken for granted that Harvestman knew these things for proven fact.

He doesn't say anything. Martín and Gabriel have handled that well enough; Arashi just purses his lips shut and tightens his jaw, and delicately picks a few stray pieces of wood out of his hand.