you wake up from the fact that someone is shaking you quite hard by your shoulders, rocking your unconscious body a few seconds ago so that you almost hit the back of your head on the stone floor. barely opening your eyes, you realize who is shaking you, and after a few seconds you reach out to stroke No. 437 on the head.

"Aurumaton Spectral Envoy No. 437 didn't pray enough.." you hear it whispering, and leans its mathematical head against you, listening to your heartbeat. no one but you two was on the battlefield.