Fuck that. He was done. He was so fucking done. He wasn’t going to die for people he never knew. It would make for a better story, sure, but he didn’t care. From the crumbling remains of Titanius, the midnight haired muse dug. His nails cracked, his hands burned, his arms shuddered. He dug. And from the remains of the beast, the remains of Nanami’s shell, he pulled the stilled corpse of Seigi out. Ashen skin, pulverized bones, entrails hanging out, bloody holes everywhere. The stench unbearable, if gore and gristle wasn’t something he had long grown accustomed to. It hurt, seeing his friend like this, but it was fine now. She was still an adventurer. He could still revive her. Always for the individual, never for the collective. And, most importantly, he was too tired to give a shit anymore. His white suit was red and gray, torn and burnt. His hair was a beehive mess, tangled beyond belief. His lute was lost in the fight, another instrument sacrificed for another devastating blow. But he still had energy left. Still had his voice. Seigi, or two strangers he never cared about? There was never a decision. ‘Look, I am deeply sorry for the Brotherhood’s inadequacy, but could I ask for those who won’t die permanently to yield their spot to those who will?’ Fuck that. He pushed past the eyepatch bastard and into the portal, disappearing, disappearing, disappearing into a land that didn’t stink of hatred and despair. . . . It didn’t work. He sang the Song of Genesis, the revival spell that brought all back to its origins. It didn’t work. He sang Iedi’s Hymn, the holy spell that pulled the lost back into the festivities of life. It didn’t work. He sang the Cadenza Lacrimosa, the taboo resurrection spell that could call even monsters from their graves. It didn’t work. Why why why why why why WHY?!??! The in and out of players, the aid of the Brotherhood, they all meant nothing. Because the world wasn’t so kind. And one’s ultimate fate laid in but a single die. As the muse screamed, scrambling through all the spells he accumulated in his lifetime, those cursed words continued to pop up over the broken corpse of the girl he thought of as a friend. <<Revive Failed>> The darkness did not end.