"Yo~" Raising his only left hand, the cosmic elder Zolan displayed a smile so grotesque it seemed to distort the air around him.
"…Is he… alive?" Jabba muttered, bending down to examine the newly arrived figure—or rather, what remained of him.
"By the heavens…" Shaddad averted his gaze; his mind and heart, both obsessed with the idea of bodily perfection, recoiled violently at the sight. He could practically see the man's spine although he was standing face to face, and yet he was still there, breathing, smiling even.
"Yo~" Robin, on the other hand, waved back with that same casual carelessness that defined him. "Were you on a fishing trip, or did the current just sweep you away this time?"
"Heh, heh~" the old man chuckled as Althera helped him put his frail arm around her neck to support him. "To be honest… the current did sweep me away. I didn't have anything better to do, so I just let it carry me wherever it pleased…"
