Okhema was still as noisy as ever.

Loud children still ran around carelessly, more often than not bumping into him without as much as uttering an apology, leaving that to the embarrassed parents. Birds chirped, music rang out from different alleys and squares, a thousand scents wafted in the air. Anaxa's body was tired, battered, the Titan had made many unwanted changes that he was yet to get used to. Though walking and moving just fine, he was more than aware that it wouldn't be long until he lost that right, too, with Aglaea’s people keeping a close eye on his every move, no doubt waiting for the right moment to silence him. Still, it was something he had foreseen and prepared for, having no problem walking the thin tightrope until then.

Still, all the noise was not helping with his pounding headache and his weary body.

"That should be all of them, if I'm not mistaken," he sighed after the two of you slowly paced the streets of the City. For a while now, you had accompanied him as he informed the family members of his deceased fellows of their passing. They had all fought bravely, to the very last soul against the Black Tide, all for Cerces' Coreflame, which was now safely tucked in the confines of his own heart.

It was a surprise that the sickly body he had been hauling around and about was still standing, though. Anaxa had been prepared to die along with the Reason Titan. He even prepared his own tombstone and wishes just for that, but apparently the Titan had other plans — plans he wasn't entirely looking forward to. But that was a worry of the future, left for him to ponder another time. For now, it was important that he focused on the present.

"I told you that I would behave," he said, his eye casting you a long glance while the flickering sunlight shone upon the golden accents of his eyepatch, casting shadows on the rest of his pale face. "You can take me to Aglaea now."