"Hmmm… What do I think?" Jonathan frowned at the question, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. "I think you already know what I think. The world may be oblivious, but we both know."
"I see…" The man muttered as he listened to Jonathan's words and leaned back against his chair once more, entering deep thought and pondering about the situation.
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After sending the old man Jonathan Kane away, the mysterious leader-like figure of the local Nebula Lumis branch sat silently in his chair, shrouded in the ever present gloomy darkness.
He pondered the words of the report he had received, his eyes flickering with a peculiar glint every now and again, unknown to anyone but himself what he was thinking about, and just what plans he was concocting.
After several minutes of silence, he finally heaved a troubled-sounding, heavier sigh and looked up towards the ceiling.
"Could it be that? Could that old witch have really foreseen everything?" He mused, lamenting in a concerned gaze.