[ The moment the person turned his head to him, Mondo spun the whole body his way, now grabbing both arms tightly to examine the person before him further. It's Ishimaru... but not him. Is he the Ishimaru he knew here in Wonderland? Or did this guy come from a different universe? The hell's going on? He's acting and looking so goddamn... wrong. ]

What... what the hell're ya sayin'...

[ His grip reflexively tightens. ]

Whaddya mean you're me?! Get yourself together!! I'm right here!! Where've ya been?!? Did ya know how worried sick I was?! You fucki--

[ It tightens, tightens, and tightens, that it probably will hurt the other if he can even feel it.

The agitation, paranoia, distress, anxiety ー the mush of emotions of not having Ishimaru around for one full week finally explodes and overflows. It's one thing if Ishimaru went home, but the fact that his things were still here made Mondo think of endless possibilities, his negative side of the mind taking charge of the ship. But now, Ishimaru's here. He's back here, in front of him. Whether or not this is the Ishimaru he knew, it doesn't matter ー at least for now. Tears begin welling up in his eyes, teeth gritting so hard like they're about to break. ]