Slowly, the door of Truth's cell starts opening. An invisible Truth slips out, leaving an exact copy of himself pacing inside. This illusion will draw from their own wards, it should hold until they check up on me.
Well, it's nice to be able to talk to you again. I propose we go after those nice people who released us.
Seems like a sound idea. Truth draws a shape in front of him with his finger, and slashes it with his Shardblade. The noises Truth was making, of breathing, of footsteps, cut off abruptly. He slows as he passes the other cell, "Psst! When are you going to escape? And do you want to do it together? Do you have some way of following those people?"