Disturbance hangs in the air, a disgruntled man left to his half-drowsy thoughts. But scoffs, derision does sound itself as Wei Wuxian and Masumi Sera have their pieces in particular.

'A play is a play is a play is a play. What's just? What's right? What's fair? Little is in life, justice built on sacrifice and pain and nothing, pah, actors who do not understand that life itself is the great stage of them all!'

With the sky already dark, they will feel the spotlights turn on them from nowhere, the roaring applause and cheers of an unseen crowd.

'This is life. Existence. Fair and right? Rules and laws that existence doesn't abide to. We are all its actors; planets, the very stars the settings for stories. Vast, vast, vast I have heard so many, clinging to me even to this day. You wish to go back to the script, to that page of that day? It's easy for me: it is imprinted into who I've become.'

Become. The word echoes as if spoken down a pipe, booming, everything around them turns so dark, and then stings. The four of them are out on an open-air theatre at some park; words coming from them in their voices though their mouths don't need to speak. They can take a moment to examine their surroundings: where the stage they stand on has been transformed, mimicking the scenery of inside a court, where some drama is occurring. About justice, about righteousness. There are many people in the audience, watching, having fun.

You can tell it's a normal day, a fun day, everything well and fine. A man, someone hard-working, passionate; he controls this entire play, every single person on the stage is crafted by his love and care.

You don't see him, and yet, he is you. With you - you are a part of his play, and Diagad's purple skies are as beautiful as always...