_{[ Yogi twisted, gasping as he did. He managed to keep his feet rather than stumbling back, his whole body tenses as he watched the man. He wanted to say the man wasn't serious, but... but... well, why wouldn't he be? He'd been chasing him with a sword this whole time, uncaring. And besides, if this... was a really a dream, then... Yogi's lips pressed into a thin line. ]}

What assurance do I have you'll actually keep that promise?

_{[ After all, if he was dead, he couldn't help Gar. Couldn't help anyone. And he didn't want to leave him alone in here. Wherever here... was, or wherever Gar was. ]}