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[The Layton sitting on a chair in the lobby doesn't look particularly bothered by the fact that he's somewhere new. In actual fact he's just calmly drinking a cup of tea that got dragged along with him. Someone will come tell him what's going on, he's certain of that. And why put in the effort to go searching for information, when it'll come to him with no effort on his part?]

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[...oh.]

...you call him by his first name, and yet I'm still Layton to you?

My Clive has permission to call me Hershel. Yours can call you whatever he feels like, good sir.

H-hersh--

[Clive lets out another keening whine, shuddering for a moment before jumping off Roulette's lap and running out of the lobby.]

[Oh, now he's pretty much seething.]

Congratulations, double. My death in his world is part of it, certainly, but from what I've seen of you so far the level of brokenness he's exhibiting rather fits your particular brand of idiocy.

And I'm sure that with your skills you will have no trouble fixing the damage that has been done.

Good day.

[He watches Monocle for a moment, then removes his hat to run a hand through his hair with a sigh.]

Not without... a risk to myself.

For what it's worth, by the end of the... treatment, it's entirely possible that he'll turn to you and abandon me.

[His interest has been caught.]

But it was to my understanding that you felt I was inferior to you. With that in mind, surely he would come running back into your arms.

After what I'll do to bring him back from this, it's possible that he'll hate me whether or not I'm superior to you. The way that things stand for me, I am... willing to take that risk, for Clive.

Do you love him?

...do you think that either of us is capable of that, double?

No, certainly not.

But I suppose that you come close enough.

And if you would sacrifice yourself for the sake of your Clive... then that would be beneficial to me.

[That first part has netted you a slightly pitying look there, Monocle.]

If it helps you to understand my reasoning, well... I wasn't surprised to hear that I'm dead in Clive's time. Consider the meaning of that.

You died for him? How... interesting.

[He snorts.]

I see I wasn't wrong about your idiocy.

No, double, I didn't die for Clive. It would do more harm to him if I died than vice versa. But suffice to say, without the intervention of this place I would have been dead already.

Then how fortunate for you that my dimension saw fit to accept you.

[Another snort.]

I'd thank you, but I really don't think that you actually have any control over the place.

It depends what you mean by control.

You have no say in who arrives in or leaves this place. If you did, I'm rather certain that I wouldn't be here.

Perhaps you were a curiosity. But you're right, regardless - I have no control over who arrives at or leaves this place.

Quite.

[Leaning back in his chair, Roulette gives Monocle a long look.]

...tell me about your world.

Why should I do that?

[How dare you demand spoilers, good sir! How very dare you!]

[...how is it spoilers when you're from the past, moron?]

Because I'm asking nicely, and I'm interested in the differences between us.

[BECAUSE MY PAST IS DIFFERENT AND BETTER! HMPH!]

I'm sure you can establish the differences between us easily enough without such information.

In that case, presumably you can tell me all about my world.

Of course not, because your world is different and apparently I'm too idiotic to make such judgments.