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001 ♫ Arrival
[He comes to himself still on the ground. The white uniform will need to be cleaned, he notes in passing. The small creatures nudging him bear no resemblence to youma; this place bears no resemblence to the Dark Kingdom. Where is he?
Where is Master Endymion? He struggles to a sitting position, despite the protests of moogles who think he's not ready to move yet. He has to. He raises his hands, as if playing a piano- and indeed, music starts to fill the air, perfect and clear, captured by the communicator as well. It is searching, seeking, desperate.
But after only a moment, he stops. His hands slump and then fall beside him. His eyes find the ground and his shoulders sag in defeat.]
My music cannot reach the master from here.
Where is Master Endymion? He struggles to a sitting position, despite the protests of moogles who think he's not ready to move yet. He has to. He raises his hands, as if playing a piano- and indeed, music starts to fill the air, perfect and clear, captured by the communicator as well. It is searching, seeking, desperate.
But after only a moment, he stops. His hands slump and then fall beside him. His eyes find the ground and his shoulders sag in defeat.]
My music cannot reach the master from here.
[Action]
No. No, if he is honest with himself, Nephrite simply ran as others have run from the past before him.
And as he calms his seething mind, he realizes there is one thing he is deeply grateful for: it suddenly becomes obvious the youma was a distraction. Nephrite had not gone so far as to be willing to attack him outright over this argument.
He will still be waiting for the next time they can speak.]