MT: Hadron…where are we?
HK: I don’t know. I don’t think the Scratch worked as we intended.
MT: I know… -he rubs his head- That hurt.
HK: We broke into an alternate universe, hijacked a failed Sburb session and used it to escape from our Queens whilst battling hundreds of Prospitian and Dersite warriors.
HK: Were you honestly expecting it not to hurt?
MT: I know, I just…I guess I just thought that Prospit, at least, would understand.
HK: Maybe in peacetime, if such a thing existed. But Derse never would.
HK: And anyway, what incentive do they have to allow a shady mission between us alone, with no promise of success?
MT: The possibility of success itself, of course! If we manage to find the answer to the Ultimate Riddle…
HK: If we do, then what? They won’t care. The alt-universe versions of ourselves, and the other Agents, will just hunt us down on their behalf once they know where we are.
HK: They won’t want to know the answer.
MT: They’re too small-minded.
HK: I know, Mobius. And that’s why we’re here, to open their minds.
MT: I appreciate that. But perhaps using a broadsword was a bit much? I did mean it metaphorically, you know.
HK: Mobius, it was the Black King. I don’t think he would have responded well to negotiation.
MT: Fair enough, old friend. Fair enough.