Galaxian listened, then decided Echo probably wanted some time to herself. He needed some time to himself, to be truthful. Or to talk to someone else, maybe.
With a sigh, he started the telepathic call. It wasn't long before his gang--most of it, anyways--responded. It was Camus who answered it, though.
Hi Galaxian, Camus greeted icily. Someone who didn't know him would have thought he was being his cold self, but that was Camus' happy expression.
Hi! Milo greeted. They were in training attire. Oh, so that's what they were doing.
Nearby Milo, someone else walked into view and stopped--Shura. He cracked a hundredth of a smile. Behind Camus was Shaka, still meditating peacefully as always. He lifted his head slightly, at least acknowledging Galaxian's existence.
Hitan went to a library. I think he'll be joining us shortly, though. Galaxian winced at how harsh it would be for Hitan. Their training was rough. No wonder the boy needed to go to a library first. The few months Silence had been with them, she never attended training sessions. What's wrong?
Good for Shura to go straight to the point. The Creator is going to try to attack the SAMB, he responded. Trouble is...we only have about four people. Echo, Silence, North, and me.
Camus looked slightly worried. He didn't need to ask "Are you talking about the guy Silence seemed intimidated of?" He also didn't ask, "Who is North?" Instead: Do you want us to come and help?
What? Galaxian looked horrified in even his projection. No! Of course not. I wouldn't bear it if--he bit his tongue. The point is, I want to help, but it's stopping me.
Shura looked about ready to chop something in half, and that he did. Something behind the scenes of Galaxian's projection crumbled in half, and judging from the crashing sound, it was pretty big. It's always interfering when you need it to be quiet, huh? he asked.
Milo looked behind the scenes nervously. Do you need a lollipop? I mean Shura, and you, Galaxian, he clarified, and Galaxian cracked a smile--and then his expression twisted again.
These are the children you've been working with? the voice asked amusingly. The image of Camus, Shaka, Shura, and Milo wavered, as did Galaxian's mental strength.
Just then, Hitan poked his head slightly into the projection. His eyes widened in concern. Are you alright? he mouthed, still cordial as ever, but it was apparent that he was worried.
Hopefully, Galaxian muttered. Anyways, I just wanted to make sure you guys were okay. And if I don't make it back out...it's because of it, and not because of the Creator, most likely.
Let me guess, my voice makes you want to self-destruct, the voice said amusingly. Galaxian punched the ground slightly in irritation. A crack nearly split open, but only because he didn't actually touch the ground. I can't have you die yet, Galaxian Explosion.
Galaxian ignored the urge to use one of his mental techniques on himself to stop the voice from talking. He refocused on what Camus and Hitan had been saying. Well, Camus was saying what Hitan was saying, plus his own opinion.
Be careful was the last he could hear of what they said. His memory would restore it sometime. He nodded.
I will. And now we have to say goodbye. I can't let you all get risked being discovered by the Creator.
Camus told this to Hitan, who nodded. He said something else. Know your adversary, he translated for Hitan.
Be safe; I'm still waiting for that batch of "fudge" you were speaking about last time, Milo added. Galaxian smiled.
Galaxian refocused back into the present. To others, it would have looked like he was meditating and muttering occasional words to himself.