"Yep, this is mine now." Said the rather nondescript brown haired young man in shabby clothes. "At least for the moment. See, I have a much better plan for what to do with the stone."
He offered it to Jon.
"Here. This is yours. I'm very, very sorry for the things I made you guys go through. I didn't know you really existed. Can you let us go, please?" He hesitated, his voice becoming uneven. "Or at least just me? I hardly write compared to these other guy-" He hesitated glancing at Weirdroid. "...other people."
