Heike remembers the days when Sakura Sakurakouji was an ordinary high school student quite well. For a given value of ordinary that was. He remembers before when Code:Seeker, Eden's only active threat, spent his time gathering followers far abroad and his biggest concern was the culture festival budget.
He remembers how, when the student council room got too lonely, he would carry his table into the hallway along with a pot and a cup of lemon tea and how the crowds would split and avoid him as if sensing that the secretary of the student council was something other than human. Occasionally Nenene would join him though she preferred hiding under the table to joining him for tea. If he asked, and he often did, Ms. Sakurakouji would join him for tea though their encounters were often brief. She tended to leave sooner rather than later. And he would watch her go with a vague smile on his face knowing that she had no idea who she was or what was to come. Those who did notice the smile would shudder in a way that was almost comical or would have been had they known what he was doing.
Heike remembers those days with a sense of fond nostalgia not because he misses them but because he recognizes them as a prologue to the latest and greatest chapter of Eden's rise and fall. And he sips his lemon tea (with just a dash of alcohol now) while surrounded by the bodies of the fallen. The man he killed, the boy his creation had birthed, the songstress he'd corrupted, and the wolf that had no choice but to follow, look on as the curtains open on Eden's final act.