Ra Moon... That's a name unfamiliar to me. [ It's an invitation to keep speaking. And, in return... ] But we must be unfamiliar to you in turn, us three Wily numbers. And Iceman too. Perhaps we should exchange notes.

[ Something in him turns uncomfortably at the thought of honour, and of self-destruction, and he finds himself once more wondering on the Copy. That poor Copy. But- They're thoughts better kept to himself, as he finally tugs down his mask. ]

I don't know what your Shadowman is like. But I and my own Snakeman have always been, hm... Built on close schematics, in a metaphorical sense. Your own snakes prove the same.