There’s all these people walking by me with a light burning in their eyes and a radiant glow screaming off their faces. Then I look at myself, and I move aside piles and piles of thorns, but I can’t seem to find it, I don’t know where it went. All I’ve got is this one candle lit up by hope, it shivers with each passing breeze but it hasn’t given up. It will keep fighting until the sky of my eyes is filled with lanterns. They will drift along the coast of each stranger’s mind, touching it with light in a way that darkness would never be capable of conquering.
(For Alain or Makoto) The creature in the middle of the street is not a Ganma, though it has similar energy. It has the form of a savage, glowing hound, nearly six feet tall. It is staring down at a young woman in a grey uniform, who holds out a glowing hand towards the beast. "You're coming with me, Baskervilles." She shouts, firing a blast from the gauntlet at the hound.