[Tap, tap, tap. The top of this page gathers a few ink spots, followed by wavering swirls and curlicues. When the handwriting starts, it's recognisably Kagerou's, but slower and wobblier than usually.]
Mr. Lezard, I'm afraid I was sort of ambushed by a memory cr an apple. Namely by one falling out of the kitchen cabinet and onto my head.
I can still heal if there's any need, but I don't really have full use of my hands. I'm really sorry, what with the evacuation and everything! I could at least cart equipment if there's any left to be moved. This costume does roll very well.
[A pause.] And it shoots missiles, if there are any ants en route, I suppose.
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Bow to your new overlord, puny mortals of the Sphere. That, for three days.]