Behind the group, but rather far away, a white and silver figure materialized, standing on a hill thing.
Happiness. Yami wanted that for me. But it is not sufficient. I should not have come.
Wait, I know those people!
Hurry, leave. Don't let them slow you down, leave.
But where is the happiness? It is not enough. I should not have come.
Wait, hold on. Earlier, the flood of emotion. From the one who calls the storms. He could be them all.
That is true.