Klonoa looks down at the hand, and slowly steps forwards, reaching out to grasp it in both of his own. He sinks down onto his knees. It's been a long time since he's been in this position. He feels taller now.

"...I don't think I knew what was going on at the time, but.. I know at least that I wish I could have gotten to know you more." He says, looking down. "...Whoever you are, and... whatever you really thought of me."