-Doesn't seem concerned- I knew you would come. You're like me. You've noticed the signs. The other one... -Glances at Cloud, who is staring at the ceiling and mumbling incoherently- I can help you. Your friend, he noticed too. Wasn't safe to talk. Safe doesn't matter, you're running out of time. -Laughs a rusty, cough-like laugh-
-to Gilda- It is needed. For the Archives. He is special, yes... I don't undertand it. Perhaps I'm not meant to.
...We're friends. So I'm gonna stay.
-Nods-
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MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistProbably, but assuming we're not part of the programming, how would we find it? And, I mean, we might be wrong about that. There could be some other cause...
(His tone of voice indicates that he'd much rather there be another explanation. Fidgets.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Good. I'm glad I have your confidence. Even though I'm the last person on earth capable of dealing with weirdness like this.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Heh. Well, you're the space teacher dude, right? What if it's aliens?
I don't know. It's for the Archive.
-Still staring at the ceiling with a glazed look in his eyes-
-to Travis- I don't understand much. Hard to think. Mmmm... need to show you all I've found. Meet me at the intersection. Lincoln street. Bring as many as you need. Have to go. Boy's father will be waiting. Mustn't get caught. Not safe. Don't know if he knows, must assume he does.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

That's rather good of you, Allison, it's a good idea to work on that, considering.