Another brilliant day, another morning spent gazing solely at the garden, not truly looking at or paying attention to anything else. Another day of the same routine. Another day where he felt insignificant.

Sometimes, on days like these, he wondered: Why did I survive? He felt increasingly useless—diminished, futile. He was forced to simply carry on, even as he tried to tell his reflection that he had to stay positive... But when his very existence depended on a nurse—assigned by Ubuyashiki to aid his recovery—how could he help but feel so useless? He wanted to return to the battlefield; he wanted to keep fighting.

He sighed, running his hands over his face; the black patch over his left eye was nothing more than a reminder of that night—that nightmare where he had nearly died at the hands of Upper Moon Three. He had survived by a sheer miracle, a cruel joke played by the gods. Yet, deep down, he felt as though he were withering away.