"No progress toward figuring it out?" Hn. Kokera couldn't be slow - if he was, Tom wouldn't be talking to him as he had been. So what was holding him "back," so to say, so much? A Sltyherin may be good at reading minds (and he could, literally, but lately, it just wasn't a priority) but he wasn't that good.
.... Tom-san? Riddle wouldn't ask what that meant, or when it'd gone from his last to his first, but he was thinking it. The only thing seriously stopping him was the expectant pause, where he figured a silence would be the best unti--
Uroboroes? That sounded like... Tom stiffened, barely noticable, and could feel those damned wings start to spread, but it shouldn't have been too obvious. "... The symbol of renewal for various cultures and alchemy? The thing that links a soul to its emotions, in religious verse?"
Paranoia was not good, and he was not going to think it. Who knew. This could be able Kokera. Perhaps he'd have to use legilimency...