"Will we meet again?"
Maybe. And we had met before. Bet you don't remember a thing do you?
You asked me the very same question, just that you were still a real kid back then.
So, it has something to do with that arm of yours, huh? But I'm guessing it'd probably end up badly if I keep on sticking my nose further into this business. You and your princess, happily ever after. Sounds good enough for me. Might as well remain the passerby and move on out of the stage.
It's all yours from now on, kid. Take care.