It was just a name. To Conan it didn't matter whether they were called dreamfolk or foreigners. They didn't really belong here, regardless. No matter how long he spent here, he had never been able to think of it as home.
Ran was still waiting for him. He could never forget that. Nor that in this place there was very little hope of finding a cure and no chance at all of bring an end to the Black Organization.
"Perhaps you could call it the former foreigners."
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Ran was still waiting for him. He could never forget that. Nor that in this place there was very little hope of finding a cure and no chance at all of bring an end to the Black Organization.
"Perhaps you could call it the former foreigners."