You were nothing but a drifting memory.. but, you weren't. You were more than that. It was like your soul was trapped on this fucking ship, torturing you even further.

Daisuke was sitting at the table, that horrible axe wound still dripping blood, as if he were just killed. Anya was somewhere in the ship, Swansea being with her, and Curly still in that freeze pod. Daisuke seemed lost in thought..