[It doesn't take much looking to find someone else there. There's another person who staggers through the halls like a man possessed--eyes glassy, gaze all but vacant. He stops at the sound of the older man's voice, rather suddenly--giving Valjean either a chance to catch up, or accidentally collide with him.
He's easily recognizable up close, what with the messy, spiky orange hair, but he's different, too. The casually irreverent air to him is absent; he looks more shell than man until, quite abruptly, he starts chuckling. The sound has a distinctly unnatural tang to it.]
This place?
[His voice is pitchy, strained; a few more of those vaguely unhinged chuckles leak out. This was a bad cosmic joke, is what it was. Were the Natha giving him some sort of hint, about what he had here? A reminder to help out at the next kidnapping??]
Oh, this is where you go when you're born wrong. Welcome to hell, ojisan.
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He's easily recognizable up close, what with the messy, spiky orange hair, but he's different, too. The casually irreverent air to him is absent; he looks more shell than man until, quite abruptly, he starts chuckling. The sound has a distinctly unnatural tang to it.]
This place?
[His voice is pitchy, strained; a few more of those vaguely unhinged chuckles leak out. This was a bad cosmic joke, is what it was. Were the Natha giving him some sort of hint, about what he had here? A reminder to help out at the next kidnapping??]
Oh, this is where you go when you're born wrong. Welcome to hell, ojisan.