Beneath their multicolored wrappings, Gogo let off a faint smile at Fran's endeavor towards kindness. Gogo believed there was value to imitation, otherwise they would never have chosen to pursue this path. For what it was worth, Fran had succeeded in providing the world's most peerless mimic with something they desperately needed, more than anything else: a reason to move forward in the face of uncertainty.

Would they run into some companions in this new, unfamiliar plane of reality? Who could say where the road goes, or where the wind blows? Only time. Of course, Gogo could not speak on behalf of other people, and their anxieties surrounding the inherent value of mimicry in the perspective of others still remained very much real in the back of their mind.

Still, it was rude to keep someone from attending to their own affairs. "Then Gogo bids Fran farewell, until once more, our paths intersect," replied the mime in their usual-yet-unusual cadence, offering the rabbit-eared lady one final spin and bow until she took the initiative to leave for other objectives.

Of course, by the time this happened, Gogo would be forced to think of the initial problem at hand: what do they do next? The vastness of this issue, and the lack of a clear directive to follow – aside from the one Fran had suggested – had all but totally paralyzed the mime with indecisiveness once again, rooting them to the spot they awoke upon. The people of Aljana merely passed them by, without paying any regards to their presence or mental state, treating them as an ornament of their own surroundings.

It wouldn't be long before the guards were summoned to contend with the issue.

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