[Not knowing that that cannon of Gina's isn't filled with something a bit more deadly, he freezes in place once he spots it aimed at him. Somehow, still, he has a mild sense of self-preservation. He grits his teeth, giving a hurried explanation with a raised voice.]
It's not me—it's his illusions; he's trying to hide so I can't find him!
[As a threat, he calls out to the sky:] But they're not fullproof! They never were!
i wonder what time soup tastes like
It's not me—it's his illusions; he's trying to hide so I can't find him!
[As a threat, he calls out to the sky:] But they're not fullproof! They never were!