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[toweredingly]

[Trying to ignore the flickering worlds]

Gods, all that's lacking is the kammen.

[Then, because Roland-san isn't aware of todash] ...wait, what are kammen?

[So besides flickering between Japanese and whatever the fuck Roland is anyway white, he's also flickering between knowing huge fundamental truths of the universe and... well, not]

[His head hurts]

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[himawariedingly]

[Offers vodka, trying to ignore his own forming headache.]

Kammen?

[toweredingly]

[Takes the vodka, gulping down a colossal amount in one go, and coughs as it burns his throat]

I don't know. I don't know what kammen are. They're part of...

...They're part of shifting between worlds in my experience before the shifting worlds. When you go todash, you hear...

...What's todash?

[Deep breath, waiting for the world to flicker out again before saying, as quickly as he can] When you slip between worlds and they flicker like this, you hear chimes. Kammen.

[himawariedingly]

[Fully concentrating on Roland so he doesn't have to see his own flickering.]

So you have had things like this before? Does it happen often? If, we'd just have reached a phase like that in this pla- changing worlds?

[toweredingly]

Takes a strong power. And I've only truly experienced it once, with Black Thirteen.

[himawariedingly]

It could have happened here. Those worlds seem to have gone on for a long time.

[toweredingly]

[Firmly] The kammen are lacking. We're not todash.

[himawariedingly]

...Then it is different?

[toweredingly]

[Nods]

I don't know what it means, unless 'tis that that bedamned idiot McKay was right. That this is mechanical.

[himawariedingly]

A malfunction in the system?

[toweredingly]

He's been messing with it. Trying to break through to the system.

[himawariedingly]

One of the people that live in the Changing Worlds?

[toweredingly]

Aye.

...But that was a dream...

[himawariedingly]

[That's the prompt for Russia to start throwing up again. No human can hold that much alcohol.]

[toweredingly]

[Sighs, shifting back slightly to avoid getting more vomit than necessary on his boots]

Do you not think that's a clue that you've had enough to drink, sai?

[himawariedingly]

There are really ugly dreams.

[Shakes his head.]

And memories. I don't want them.

[toweredingly]

[Quietly] Do not make the mistake of thinking you're the only one like that, sai.

There'll be a key to stopping them, somewhere or other. But it's not to be found in a vodka bottle.