Lambert smirks. "So long as we're on the same page."
And there's a sense of finality on the last image he sends over: the map with Lambert (carrying a bag of loot), Gon (carrying a flame over his head), and what might vaguely look like a beansprout with legs (holding a sword) superimposed on it. They seem to be wandering aimlessly within their respective sectors -- Gon, naturally, is in the one that was helpfully labeled Ignatius. Then a gold arrow gets planted at a random part of the map and both of them jump and orient themselves towards it, taking off like a shot. Lambert shifts the arrow jumps to another place, and the versions of themselves follow. Then the gold arrow is lifted off the map, another question tied to it as it spins like a compass trying to find true north.
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And there's a sense of finality on the last image he sends over: the map with Lambert (carrying a bag of loot), Gon (carrying a flame over his head), and what might vaguely look like a beansprout with legs (holding a sword) superimposed on it. They seem to be wandering aimlessly within their respective sectors -- Gon, naturally, is in the one that was helpfully labeled Ignatius. Then a gold arrow gets planted at a random part of the map and both of them jump and orient themselves towards it, taking off like a shot. Lambert shifts the arrow jumps to another place, and the versions of themselves follow. Then the gold arrow is lifted off the map, another question tied to it as it spins like a compass trying to find true north.