[Here. Have some
blank moth yellow eyes with crosses on them, staring right into.your.freaking.soul. I mean, at the communicator.]
[After a while, there is a small “Ah.” and Dokuga steps away, realizing the video feed is on. There is no change in his expression while he speaks] Thank you for the apartment. And the food. And the toilet paper.
However, I’d rather go back to my world. I’ve important things to do… [behind him, a small diurnal moth flies. His eyes leave the communicator and he stares at it]
How many of you are actually ---- [suddenly his hand grabs the bug and he turns to look back at the SC] are actually fighting this war?
[Abruptly turns the feed off]