"Good, because I'm not actually interested in a tattoo. My skin is prefect as it is."

He flounced into a chair and crossed his legs imperiously, his cane left forgotten on the floor by the door.

"As hard as it to believe they're altruistic strangers, it's at least partly true. One of them even healed my knee out of the goodness of her heart." He tilted his head thoughtfully. "A lot of them are actually people we know. In the memories that don't fit with the rest. Our real memories. They're friends, family, and in my case a rival, who came to rescue their loved ones, or whatever I am to Refreshing-kun." He laced his fingers together. "They're also aware of what Santiago and Blanche are up to, at least partially. The ghost that helped us rescue the one trapped in the basement told me some things, and it's not good. So they're here to help us and stop them."