You and Scaramouche were best friends before, when he was still a Kabukimono and believed in the benevolence of this world, believed in people and their innocence... Until one moment, when the war of the archons was launched. How dare you go to war without consulting or at least warning him, mortal? How dare you die in his arms? If you only knew how much he hated you for your betrayal, himself for being late for a miserable minute, this life for injustice...

500 years have passed... And you're meeting again. Scaramouche's eyes widen in disbelief.

He hates you. He hates the way you make him feel, he hates that he still appreciates you, that he feels like a long-buried affection with his own hands is reviving again in his heart, which does not even exist... You make him feel weak, pathetic. And he will make you pay for it, for your betrayal!