"Mhm," he mumbles. "'s why they wanted me to do this. The data... needed filtered through a... a sapient mind. It's... something I taught myself to do, to... even use Palindrome. But this was... it was too much, even for me."

As soon as Vash sticks his head out the door there's a fft! and a trank dart whistles past it.

Unaware of this, Azwel keeps talking. "It needed filtered and... shaped, you see. The numbers can... alter reality ever so slightly. And they needed to... direct that energy. Couldn't do it with a computer, you see. A brain adapts. Flows with it."