[A man with familiar gold eyes but the most ridiculous bed head final fantasy hair kneels down and wraps his arms around his shoulders. As he does the sounds of the voices begin to fade and the room brightens just a little.]
Oh, my dear Klaus, they love you so. Even if they are unable to always express it.
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Oh, my dear Klaus, they love you so. Even if they are unable to always express it.
[At least the voice is familiar.]