[ There's a hum of agreement. Honestly, he can just close his eyes and imagine this sort of conversation right in the comfort of his SCEPTER4 quarters. He's situated himself so quickly to both his bizarre outfit and the "game" that the fact that they're in a swamp in front of a hungry fiend doesn't bother him any longer. Stranger as it is, it's a little better than getting his behind handed to him by the Gray King.

But that isn't to say he's okay with it -- it's something he has no control over. They're both aware of that. Even so, he has to counter Fushimi's final point: Nobody said you had to do it all by yourself. ]

There comes a time where one must make a decision for themselves without the console of others, Fushimi-kun. Especially if it's for the benefit of the future. [ Yeah, are they really talking about the hungry monster? Because it might be inching toward Fushimi... ] H'oh, what's this...?