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[a very tired, but cheerful-sounding Doctor sounds off. He sounds older now, more wearied than he did before, but he's making an effort to keep the majority of it out of his voice]

Right, then! Hello, everyone. Sorry I've been out for so long, but somebody decided it would be a good idea to try and blow me up, among other things. And I see it's snowing! Not that I couldn't see it where I was, at least until I was blindfolded, but I love snow! That's brilliant. Only how's it falling beneath the domes? That's something. I might have to poke it with a stick.

Anyway, enough about me. How are you all doing? And Roxas, don't think I've forgotten about you. If you're ready, I can help as soon as I recover.

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[there's a quiet curse as he belatedly thinks that he should have made his comment private]

Yeah. That makes it pretty certain that it was Kuja.

And who is Kuja? [speaks gently; there's definitely something going on here, but he won't pry. At least, not yet]

[heeeere we go... damn]

He's my brother.

I take it you two aren't particularly close, then.

And who are you?

We've had our differences. He's tried to blow me up, too, in the past - more than once. But I'd like to think we smoothed things out.

Thing is, you know how Paixao messes with time? Or, something about how people from the same worlds can show up from different points... whatever. I'm not entirely sure when he's from. I thought we were on the same page, but maybe I was wrong...

[sigh]

I'm Zidane.

The funny thing is, he didn't seem to have much reason for it, seriously speaking. Can I just ask, how is he usually, mentally-speaking?

I've noticed. It's possible you landed at different points in your personal time streams. I've got that with my younger self right now,

Nice to meet you, Zidane. I'm the Doctor.

I don't think he ever really clued into life until he was on the brink of death. But before that...? No, he wasn't quite - [awkward pause] right in the head, I guess. [...it's pretty obvious he's putting it mildly.] He had reasons back then, though. I can't see what he could have gained out of fighting you... [~~except, well, amusement~~]

May I ask what his reasons were? I might be able to help.

I don't know, but he seemed to think I might be able to help him find the Heartless. He seemed a bit obsessed.

Are you all right, Zidane? I know this can't be easy for you to hear.

I'd rather not - [sigh] I don't think you can. I just need to talk to him, maybe I can sort him out again.

Has he attacked perfect strangers before? If he has, it's probably not as simple as needing to have a chat.

[he makes a quiet chuckle - because, well, "chatting" may be involved, but conversations with Kuja go better with fighting, sometimes - but the chuckle dissolves into a more quiet, cautious voice, evasive action go?]

I - hey, I'm sorry he attacked you, but... just let me take care of this. At least... let me try. Besides, you need rest.

It's not your fault, you know.

Right, but don't push yourself. And if you need help with anything, let me know.

I'll keep that in mind. Where were you when he got you, anyway?

I was around City Hall, but he moved us to an opera house, and when Yuna found me I was in some abandoned building I didn't recognize.

Alright, thanks.

You're welcome. Be careful, Zidane.

Yeah.

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