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[Somewhere in the darkest, most dreadful depths of the dressing room, the elegant genius Dist the Rose has located a toolbox and scraps of fonmachinary, all of which shall be used as part of his most wondrous plan~]

Hahaha~! The Commandant will surely regret ever crossing Dist the Rose once he lays his eyes on this!

[...Well, he's not finished YET, but certainly that won't stop you from giving him a (hopefully gentle) poke, will it?]

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Oh, uh...Nothing. Nothing of course.

*glances at the scraps of machinery* Doesn't look so much like 'nothing' to me.

...It's just a small project of mine, that's all!

...Indeed.

I assume you're not from my world.

Not from your world? What do you mean?

As in, from a different world than me.

Oh yes, the different worlds and such.

What makes you think that?

The fact that you're not calling yourself the Commandant.

I'm Dist the Rose. Commandant Dist just doesn't sound elegant.

...Why would I call myself Commandant anyways?

Commandant Neis, actually. You took your real name back once I left the Order.

And I believe the end of my previous statement should answer that question.

That doesn't sound quite so bad...

...You left the Order?!

Yes.

I can't imagine the Commandant Grants I know doing such a thing...

Why did you leave?

To join the other side.

The other side? What do you mean 'the other side'?

Luke's team.

...Have you quit your plan for a replica world?

...Perhaps.

Well, I haven't given up. The Professor shall be revived whether you create that world or not!

Who said... the world won't be created?

...No-one. I was simply letting you know where I stand.

Why do you think for even a moment that I care...?

You were the one who came to me in Keterburg and asked me to join you in the first place! Why wouldn't you care?!