" ... "

* That is when he stays silent. He looked around nervously before sighing. *

" ...I have already destroyed more than I have. I don't want to turn back to the darkness that I once am. "

" Well...we both ignore each other often, because I'm not causing any active chaos. And I'm pretty friendly, too. Or so they say.

I believe that your language is known only by either my ancestors, or the Black Dragons. The latter seems more likely, though. "

" Well...whatever it is that you're saying, I do not share the knowledge to understand it, unfortunately. "

* He looked a bit sad. *

" ...? "

* He tilted his head, not fully understanding the words spoken to him.*

" I'll be glad to answer that. "

* He smiled. *

" I am something known as a Chaotic Gore Magala - which is...well, an abomination. But I don't really care too much about that! As for how I can speak...I was simply specially trained. By who, I will not answer, unfortunately. "

" AAAAAAH-

Oh...

...forgive me, but I thought you were Fatalis for a moment! "

// such a mood

" Yeah, me too. I sometimes forget I have wings for very odd reasons, even though I use them a lot. "

" Yeah, especially around here. It really sucks when you're on the opposite side of the world. "

" Stay two planets away from me. I doubt that you'd be able to live for a second in the continent I am currently in, anyway. "

" Don't do that. You'll probably ruin it.

Unless you somehow got Super Mario 64'ed inside of it. "