[He's quiet for awhile as he sighs, watching his world burn. If it was one thing that his new prison was making him appreciate, it was that his return to Sora had at least some degree of acceptance. His Other hadn't made it a point to crush his beliefs and hopes -hadn't actually made him hate him. It was a terrible feeling and one that right now, he was willingly letting consume him like the fires down below.

He had nothing else left after all now. Just his resentment and the strange version of himself that she'd devoured. Honestly, it was absolutely mind-boggling how he could be so cheerful. But after awhile, he wondered if even he'd just accept things like that.]

If she joins us, she won't be out there.

I'm not sure how much attention you pay to things, but we're here because that thing, that puppet that's parading around as a twisted doll with my Other's face and my friend's voice ate us!

[There's venom in his voice as he speaks, his animosity clearly audible on his more emphasized words. Especially because he referred to his assailant as a puppet, a term he'd vowed would never be said in reference to his friend.

But then he figures, if he was here like this, then there was nothing left of his friend in his assailant any way.]