Gongaga it is, [is his quieter echo, voice carrying a lilt of nervous excitement. Gongaga. They're going to Gongaga. Is everyone okay? His parents? Neighbours? The shopkeepers he used to run errands for? That stray dog everyone just collectively decided to feed?

Shit, it's been almost ten years, hasn't it.]

...We'll start training during breaks tomorrow, too, so you can be ready for any trouble. The Turks are no pushovers.