I like the rain. I don't care what Dilandau-sama says. It's clean. I used to run out whenever it rained
and try to catch the falling drops with my tongue. It was too warm to snow where I lived. And my mother
would yell at me for getting drenched. That was before... before I left home. Where is Mother? I haven't
heard from her in such a long time. Oh... the letter. The letter said she had passed away. Even Zaibach
couldn't cure her.
Where is Guimel now? Dallet? Oh, they are here too. I wonder where we are.
And there is Dilandau-sama. It's not raining where he is. That's good. He hates rain.
There is the dragon. Is it angry? Don't be angry at Dilandau-sama. He taught us things. He made us
important. He took care of us. We are important to him. We don't want him to be hurt, like he doesn't
want us to be hurt. Come with us. Don't hurt Dilandau-sama.
Raining, raining. So pretty when it rains. Don't worry, Dilandau-sama. You don't have to come with me.
I'm going alone into the rain. Everyone is walking... walking back to where they belong.
"Van!"
It's that strange girl. What is she doing here? They're slipping away now... Shesta... Guimel... Dallet...
Gatti...
"Viollet!" Mother.
"Viollet, come back in here! Your clothes are getting all wet! You'll catch a cold!"
"I'm coming, Mother!" But I want to take one last look back. Don't be sad, Dilandau-sama. We will
always be...
"I'm coming, Mother."