Uvogin has been long gone.
Shalnark was still tracking down the chain assassin, and Nobunaga was still grieving for his lost best friend.
He, instead, was just wearing an indifferent expression on his pale face, pretty much like the other members.
But inside, the pain was gnawing on him, that feeling of loss. It was growing in on him, and it was annoying him. It itched beneath the skin. An itch you couldn't scratch.
He walked up, looked out the window.
"Tachiagaru," he said. "We shall offer a gift to our fallen one."
*Tachiagaru: rise.
