[Voice]

[thehurricane]

Hey, everyone. I hope you're all in good spirits today.

[The voice coming across on the network is friendly enough. Legault isn’t here to be sleazy...for the most part.]

It’s been a while since we all had that dinner to remember together, hasn't it? I’ve been thinking since then, and I’m sure you all have been as well. You’re a helpful lot like that. Here’s my question for you, then. Do you consider yourself to be a Hero of Light now? Do you feel any more heroic? Or maybe you were a hero back home? I guess I’m curious.

[And then there’s silence for a moment. Unfortunately for someone else, he starts speaking again.]

That reminds me. My roommate—her name is Mòrag. I fear she’s been a little lonely lately, and I hardly ever see her socializing. If you see her, won’t you try to befriend her? You have my gratitude in advance.

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[wind_in_my_ears]

[Eesh.. blunt about it, isn't he.]

Well, I guess I'll be doing my best to help out, then. If anything useful interests you though, you should send it our way, too.

[thehurricane]

Do I look like the kind of person who would withhold information from you? I'm not that heartless. Besides, I'm stuck in this world, too. Just like you.

[That is to say he's not a Curti Center employee in case Klonoa hasn't figured that out.]

[wind_in_my_ears]

[Klonoa still wouldn't quite get the idea. He gets now that Legault is from another world, but so was Adrien... so maybe he was just here before him and got hired? He doesn't exactly seem to pay attention to these things very well.]

Well, hopefully we can get you back to your world, soon. Until then, we may as well try to make the most of it.

[thehurricane]

You're a good kid, Klonoa.

[He laughs. It's warm.]

But your good thoughts should be saved for someone else. They don't sit well with me.

[That's the easiest way to say 'I've done a lot of bad things, you wouldn't like it if you knew.' Only vaguer.]

[wind_in_my_ears]

[Good k.. aargh, this guy is kind of difficult to talk to!]

Well okay, I guess I'll see you around this world somewhere or something.

[Klonoa rubs his eyes, flopping backwards onto his pillow. Blech, he's got a bit of a headache. Probably should have turned the lights on before staring at a screen.]