Ah -- this is a little abrupt! Apologies if it sounds weird but -- I've been keeping it inside for too long, and I needed to say it.

[Today Asgard, your tiny detective is steeling himself for a difficult admission. It's delivered with an intentness that Conan usually doesn't display on such public feeds. You'll soon see why -- detective is serious business after all.]

My reasoning was flawed.

The greatest detective of my world taught us that to be a perfect reasoner one must be an observation machine, detached, impartial and rational. The moment you allow emotion to enter your reasoning, you run the risk of being swayed by it. I think I do a good job of applying his methods most of the time, but lately--

[This is the hard part. Conan looks down.]

A lot of my friends have left. I wasn't trying to pretend I wasn't sad or didn't miss them ... but I guess I didn't realize how much I depended on them. Or how much that loss was effecting my ability to reason. Odin, I realize you do not care, but I was not reasoning to the best of my ability and for that I'm sorry.

For everyone else -- I'm Edogawa Conan, detective. From now on I'm definitely going to show you the best of my reasoning!

( Ah -- Ushahin-san? You asked me if the gods had lied. (cut not filtered) )

George not one to complain but this worst jungle George ever seen.

[The long-haired man facing the video feed nods solemnly. If there is one thing the King of the Jungle knows it’s jungles.]

See, most important thing in jungle is trees. Trees home for animals. George not see many animals. Without home, animals go elsewhere. George want go elsewhere too.

[George thump—sorry. Our intrepid, leopard-skin wearing hero thumps his chest for emphasis.]

George try climbing building but building not got branches for climbing like tree. Then George try swing from strange round vine, but vine break and George get owie. George not mind owie so much. George strong! But if George not got vines to swing from, then George sad. George go look for better jungle.

So, if gods want George to stay and protect jungle, gods better plant lots of trees. George not demanding. George help! But George just saying. This jungle needs a lot of work.

[And with another sage nod, George ends the feed. Or tries to. It appears that the state of Asgard’s jungle is not the only problem facing our beloved Jungle King.]

Why strange button not work? George sure George press just like grey ape with no face show Geor—

[And thus George’s first network post came to a sudden end.]

[ There isn't much to see in the beginning. A few stray chestnut curls, the purple bodice of a dress that was probably once quite glamorous, but is now stained and dusty. This technology is all new to Aurora, and it's a minute or two before she manages to center the thing on her face. Her eyes are ringed by dark shadows that don't so much hint at her lack of sleep as they do blatantly advertise it, and her mouth is set in a thin line ]

I'll admit, the furnishings are much nicer than the last time, but a captive is a captive no matter the decor. You stand to gain very little from my presence here, but I'm sure you've already realized that

[ Because no matter what that letter says, or what she's been told, aurora is still convinced she knows exactly who's responsible for this ]

Your servant performed her role admirably. Tell me, did you pluck her heart out as easily as all the others?

[ There may be just a hint of bitternesss in her voice (Ok, more than a hint) but she can't really be blamed for that ]

In any case, I find it difficult to believe anything she said. If there's a way to bring me here, and without even the slightest warning, then surely you can send me home the same way.