His frown pulls deeper as he leans forward to hunch against the table, folding his arms in front of them and resting his weight against the surface. "If they ain't leavin' any gaps, then how are we supposed to figure it out?" he thinks aloud, although the question is rhetorical at best. If Souji knew, he wouldn't need Kanji's help in the first place.

He grunts softly, staring down at the notebook in front of him as though it might offer answers. "What about-- places? Like where things happened back home? You remember 'Inaba' and 'TV,' so the fog thing didn't take those away, but maybe something else?"