"Myself and my colleagues... but I am the one who chose you to represent me. We seek to see ourselves reflected in the cosmos... and so, I wish you to be yourself."
The figure studies him a moment in polite incomprehension. Then a light dawns in his eyes, and he chuckles. "You may call me Don Orlea. Your traveling companions, I suspect, will tell you what that means."
Kazuichi frowns. That name definitely doesn't ring a bell to him. Then again, he doesn't have much knowledge on their hosts anyway, since he wasn't that long around before being dumped into a dungeon.
"I'd rather hear answers from you, since you dragged me to this island in the first place."
"Are you guys going around claiming Travelers now?" Things have changed since he's been gone. This wasn't something that was a thing before. At least so that he paid attention. "What approach?"
"Of course", Kazuichi said with a sigh. "So are you saying I should go on as usual and this changes nothing?" Time went by differently in the dungeon so he has fresh memory of how Liminal works.
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"Wh... What kind of a game? And who's 'We'?"
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"The Trumps are making their move? You're a...?" Are all of you that scary is what he wishes to add, but doesn't. "Which one?"
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"I'd rather hear answers from you, since you dragged me to this island in the first place."
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"You're a weird guy."
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"Okay, so what does being 'yours' imply?"
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"Nothing."
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Please be less serious.
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