I fly down to the crater where Oren has collapsed. Seems I'm the first one to reach him.

Good.

Walking over to Oren, I see the illusion face in his chest, emitting radiant colors of white and black in near perfect harmony.

(The illusion face. The accursed illusion face!)

Within that instant, Oren's wounds start to heal at a miraculous pace. In mere seconds, the hole in his chest has closed up.

But that doesn't matter. All I need to know...is where Nur is.

I take Clarent from Oren's hands...

And lift it high, readying myself to stab Oren in the chest.

(Everything. Everything I've fucking done! All for this moment! Those damn illusion tones! They took everything from me! And now... And now...!)

I thrust down with Clarent...

...

......

And stop within mere centimeters of Oren's chest.

(But...why? Why'd it have to...?)

My chance at revenge. The very reason I joined the Keisetsu. Here, right in front of me. The greatest source of illusion tone power. A power that needs to be destroyed.

Within the body...of someone I call friend. Someone...who isn't the "typical" illusion tone.

My hands begin to shake along with Clarent.

"Damn it..."

I slowly lift Clarent high once more. With every second, the shaking gets worse.

"Damn it. Damn it!"

Clarent is at the same height as before.

"DAMN IT!!!"

BATAN!

I throw Clarent to one side of the crater, then fall to my knees.

For the first time in so long, I begin to cry. Crying...while weakly punching Oren's chest.

"Why!? Why'd it have to be you!? Why couldn't you be someone I can bring myself to kill!? I just isn't fair! Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT!!!"

I continue to swear for some time...

Until some of the Keisetsu members make it to the crater.

"Yamiso?" Hisao asks. "What were you doing?"

I look at him, then back to Oren, then let out a sigh. I pick up Oren and carry him to my allies.

"None...of your fucking business."

I walk past them, avoiding eye contact.

But...

(I suppose...there is much to discuss.)