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Light made little effort to hide his whereabouts. After all, if Wily had wanted him dead, he could have done it long before now. No instead Light's house sat amongst a small row of such buildings towards the outskirts of the city. Despite the ruined state of much of the rest of the city, Light and his bots had worked to rebuild what they could, starting with the area in the immediate vicinity. Citizens were more than welcome and encouraged to occupy any of the rebuilt buildings once they were finished. Outside Light's home, a mailbox made of scrap metal formed the shape of a dog sitting on it's haunches, mouth open as it waited for the mail. A wide collar about the statue's neck declared "LIGHT" along with a house number which held little meaning these days.

Light started at a knock from the door, nearly dropping the small can as he poured it's contents down the drain. There was no telling what Wily would do if he ever got his hands on the formula for the P-tank. An army of super powered sniper bots would certainly not do the city any good. Hastily hiding the can in a cabinet, Light rushed over to answer the door. As he opened the door, the good doctor was shocked to see his former associate. "Étoile?"

"Of course!" Light stepped aside. "Have a seat. Can I get you a drink?" Judging by the dust on his fur, Étoile had probably taken a long journey through the rubble filled streets to find his way here.

Light quickly prepared the water and a small snack, barely stopping himself from pulling out the robo-food instead. He rarely had audio visitors. Returning to the living room, he placed the offerings on the table and took a seat. "Oh my, yes. It was my own fault, I suppose. I had heard a rumor that there was an extremist group among the rebels but I was busy with my own projects and didn't go and talk with them when I should have. My son...he could have been killed for my folly." And it wasn't the first time. When would he learn? Perhaps it was better if Blues stayed away.

"I suppose," Light murmured, though he didn't sound very convinced. The change of subject, though, was a welcome one. "Astronomy? Well I suppose if he has you watching the skies, you can't be interfering with his plans."

"I hope one day soon you will be able to return to your geological studies, Étoile. My robots and I are trying to set the city right, although it will never fully recover until we remove Wily from power." He was still searching for a way to do just that. Although the suit he'd created was powerful, the heavy damage it had taken from the rebels and the blast were evidence that it was not fit to take on Wily's entire army. Perhaps if he continued to build robots and gain allies, some day he would have enough forces to stand up and fight for the people of this city as his eldest son had done long ago.

"You were not the only one that stayed home that day, my friend," Light replied solemnly. Étoile's words, however, lifted his spirits once more. "Yes. I would be happy for the help! There are several vacant houses nearby if you wish to relocate, but any assistance you could give would be more than welcome!"