"You still have a chance to change yourself," a voice echoes in that black empty space Omi is standing.
"Who's there?" the threatened Omi grabbed his bow, and proceeded to his defensive stance.
"Don't fear me," the mollifying voice speaks again. "I'm on the same boat as you are."
Omi gazes in front of him, with the shadow-like image getting clearer and clearer, until he sees a red-haired samurai in a magenta yukata. The guy also has a cross-shaped scar on his face.
"Who are you?" Omi asks, now feeling lesser threat earlier. He feels this man wouldn't do any evil.
"It doesn't matter, de gorazu," says the red-haired samurai. "The woman you loved the most may have died, but at least—"
"How did you know about Ouka?" Omi asks, feeling threatened again.
The samurai just smiles and continues. "At least, you didn't kill her."
"Answer my question!" Omi rages again. "How did you know about Ouka?"
The rurouni didn't answer, so Omi attacked him using his bow. But as fast as a bullet, the rurouni stopped the arrow through his sakabatou.
"Listen, Omi. I don't mean any harm," the samurai says. "I'm Kenshin Himura, an assassin, just like you are."
"Assassin? But—"
"Yeah, I came all the way from the Meiji era. I believe you come from a different generation, judging by your clothes," says Kenshin.
Before Omi can speak a word, Kenshin spoke: "I've seen what has happened yesterday. You've made her happy until her last breath."
"Yesterday?" Then, a flashback happened. A girl with navy blue hair died in his arms. "Oukaaaaa!" Omi's voice reverberated across that field.
"It may be very hard for you to accept that someone loves you for your very core," continues Kenshin. "She may be your sister… cousin... It's never too late. Change for her sake."
"What do you mean?"
"Quit being a member of Weiss and start atoning for your sins by doing something for humanity," Kenshin says. "I know Ouka will be happier if you choose that path."
"Get away from the Kritiker, the Weiss… Start a new life!"
Omi was shocked. It's as if Kenshin's words were at his heart all along, and now, it has been unlocked.
"But Ouka died, and I don't think someone will ever accept me the way that she did."
"I also thought it that way," Kenshin says. "You know, I killed my own wife."
Omi's eyes widened.
"She was the only woman who ever accepted me. I know it was an accident then, I was about to crush my opponent, then suddenly—she came. I didn't see her. And I slashed her with my sword."
"But because of that memory, I changed," Kenshin smiles. "I know Tomoe will be happier if I stopped killing. That's the reason for this reverse-blade sword."
Kenshin took of his sword's sheathe and showed it to Omi.
"As I was journeying along the way to save people, I met a girl named Kaoru. I was not comfortable with the idea of staying in her dojo, but when she knew I was a former manslayer, she accepted my past."
Omi bowed his head.
"You don't have to force yourself to decide at this instant. Take your time." With those parting words, Kenshin slowly faded away.
"WAIT!"
Omi awoke from his deep sleep.