You dream.

And then you wake, and follow the urging from the armory to the main hall, dread welling in the pit of your stomach with each step. You won't believe it until you see it for yourself, you refuse - but the doors open, and four glass boxes await you and the other survivors, the lanterns just light enough for you to read four names. Your eyes see one, and stop reading.

Lili An.

The last, fading notes of the koto ring in your ears as you remember last night, and the promise you made. The kitchen. You're supposed to meet her in the kitchen, not - not in the meeting hall. She isn't supposed to be - her name shouldn't be on that scroll. She - she promised she'd find a way, that she wouldn't -

A wave of grief, cold and familiar, rolls over you. Lili was never your master, but it feels much the same as losing one of them. It leaves you missing her, feeling... well, a little lost now that she's suddenly gone. And, if you stop to think about it, a little betrayed, though you know you have no right to that. You knew it was coming, after all. Even without the conditions of the game, Lili is mortal, and you are not. And even though Lili had promised she would never leave you behind, but you were enough of a fool to believe her.

The dread turns to anger, roiling violently with the grief in your heart as you turn on your heel and storm from the hall. The corruption is at fault, and so is whoever had chosen Lili for their target. You have to find Kaoru, he's the smart one, and between the two of you, you'll be able to find the culprit. He'll know what to look for. Then your sword can "cleanse" the corruption, send it to whatever hell might await, with or without a proper execution. It's that fury that guides your steps, leads them back toward Lili and Kaoru's cabin.

Before you can even get halfway there, you falter. Suddenly, it's all gone.

You feel no grief. You feel no anger. The urgency that quickened your steps is gone in an instant, and you find yourself wondering why you'd ever wanted revenge, because it doesn't matter. So when you start walking again, it's at the same casual pace as always, the white-knuckled grip on your sword loosened.

You don't care anymore.

You feel nothing.