It's not terribly surprising to hear that his former self had been the same - after all, memories or no memories, they were the same man, same mind. Even so, it's amusing - almost a bit of dark humor. No matter how many times he vanished and reappeared here, he would always have Hisoka's bloodlust to deal with.

At least until Hisoka got what he wanted. Assuming he ever did.

But right now... well, that's a special case. He wonders briefly if he'd made a misstep by coming here, but no - it would have been worse if he'd simply allowed Hisoka to discover his presence upon release. No time to acclimate himself to the idea. No time to calm down. Even contacting him via that network might be awkward, not to mention that Hisoka apparently can't use privacy settings for the moment.

No, this was the best choice. Of course, there can always be a distinction made between "best available" and "ideal." How far the gap is... well, that remains to be seen.

"Hmmm." Chrollo drops his hand back to his side, takes a deep breath. And to anyone watching, he looks slightly saddened, still hopeful, like someone visiting an ill relative, or... well. An imprisoned friend. "A question like that... The answer isn't very interesting, though." A lie. Still, he shakes his head a little. The videos, he thinks, the recordings. "Well, you should be free soon enough. How long will it be?" A few days at most, as near as he can figure.