They were not so out of touch with Earth that they wouldn't have noticed some sort of... political usurp of that degree in China and Japan -- it was totally implausible. Then again, so had been everything since they woke up in this fucking Tower, and Abel's patience is close to snapping.

"...I'm tired of this."

He snaps his hand out, grasping a handful of Suzaku's shirt and jerking him toward the edge of the pool, not quite tossing him in, yet, but certainly threatening as much.

"You have five seconds to tell me something I give two shits about. How to get out-- how to stop this worthless simulation, or I swear to your God... I will make you deeply regret it."