// i adore lotor ... my son ... yoshis dad ...

[ oh!! back just in time to spectate another experiment. ]

[ hmm. drowsy blinking. ] experiment today?

[ oh fuck, it was ruvik? ]

lieutenant despises me even when i wish to help him...!

[ wistarie looms over andu, scrutinizing his face— then in a split second grabs his wrists and nudges him along. ] come along now, package man. investigators will care for you.

come along now, package man,

on purification you are not name. you are face, you are skillset. and if you complain of ways of purification i will rip face off. [ a sleepy, cheerful smile. ] play nice, package man.

(isn't wistarie the most delightful!!!!!!!! 💫)

[ he’d much prefer being called Floaty Disappeary Man to TS-042. ]

// i keep saying 42 instead of 41 fuck

[ his assigned bedroom is barren because he sleeps in the laboratory pod. but today, he dusts out his room, lights a candle in offering. ]

am not dead, unfortunately