FOR THOSE WE HAVE LOST | FRAY'S PALACE

[bloodweapon]

Welcome to the Vault. Let your judgment begin.
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[destage]

[Sayaka doesn't hold back the tears a bit for this one. She finds herself shaking, honestly, as she watches that hand raise up, only to drop limp and lifeless.

Sayaka rubs at her eyes fiercely, but she nods her head. It's without thinking that she winds up hugging the poor lifeless creature, gentle and careful, in the hopes that some sort of feeling can come through.]

We will. We will save them. We won't let...your death be in vain, I promise.

[...They should find a place to bury her. That's the first thing on Sayaka's mind, and she ends up lifting up Noraxia's body as she looks to Yi Sang and Sunrise. Is there anything else to check out here?]

[bloodweapon]

[No. While you two attend to Noraxia, the place is still, the silence oppressive. For a long moment, it seems as though you'll simply be left here with your thoughts and that crushing feeling of guilt.

Then, a voice breaks through the silence. It is familiar and unfamiliar at the same time - almost as though you could place it as the people you care about, while never quite sounding right for any of them.]

Would you fight on knowing others will die for you?

[Do you answer truthfully?]

[destage]

[Sayaka pauses, briefly, at hearing that voice. It sounds like...

...Fewer voices than she'd expect. Fewer from home at least. Naegi, Fray, Argenti, Soujuurou, Izou, the others here--maybe it sounds different for the others...

But despite it all, Sayaka answers truthfully.]

Yes. [...] Even if it hurts...even if the pain gets unbearable, someone has to for them.

[idealitas]

[ For him too, the voice sounds like voices he knows but can't place a direct attribution to. Any of the League of Nine, or perhaps any of his Limbus Company coworkers. But his answer is firm. ]

Yes. If that is the price of moving forward— and companionship of others who hold you close, then it must be accepted.

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sunrise goes quiet for a moment. It's a mix of people she knows back home and people here, people she's close to and less so.

...Eventually, she says firmly, honestly: ]

Yes. If I do not press on, then everything will have no meaning.

[ After all, in a sense, she exists because someone else died. ]

[bloodweapon]

[The voice does not respond. The world around you slowly begins to fade to white, with the corpses blinking out of existence first, sheets and all.

You blink and find yourself back in the Vault, standing before the stained glass window. It is now broken, leaving five more.]