There wasn't much that he found interesting in old books, he knew that most criminal and or underbelly activity didn't happen in a library. There were always too much surveillance and this place seemed even worse for it. It was a shot and he took it and missed. Staying as quiet and selectively illusive as he had, that continued to be how he was going to have to d—

Alright so it was pretty amusing. Someone's luck that they were half blind and trying to read a book. "Give it here. If it's English or Japanese I can help." Why help? Why not? He got to make all his own decisions and without All Might, without the hero world here, he may as well do something. No one would ever make anything of him again. Despite the dishevelled look of his person and the state of the skin about his eyes, he could see pretty damn well.