Spring, Nature- if he remembers right Emporio thinks, those gods were borne of Summer- all of them came from one another after all. Moving back, up the chain, to-

Time.

But Time is not what matters now, perhaps.

"...H...Herios..." Emporio realizes, fighting to get his own feelings in check. They're all stuck here together. Stuck, fighting, trying, desperately-

"Herios was the god of Weather," Emporio explains rapidly to Jolyne. "He...He sacrificed himself to save the others from Kolokifi, the twin of Merios, god of Death-"

Can they break time? Should they break time? Emporio's brain runs a mile a minute as he tries to think.

"Hermana- Jolyne..! We need to try and connect to Herios...try to bring back...something! Anything..! ...we can't come this close and not give Merios something once we get out..!"

Weather Report tries to contribute to the storm- spreading their energy through it, mingling with the storm. To fight it would be suicide. But to encourage from within the darkening chill that comes from fleeing summer for autumn? To encourage their safetly, for all of them, from Kolokifi's madness? They have to try.

Try anything, Emporio thinks, even as he continues to let himself lose his thoughts to a god. As he clutches Jolyne tightly, closely.

(You're not alone.

He feels anger, sadness, terror-

You're not alone.

He could drown in those feelings, especially as he allows his Stand to do so to reach out and help-

You're not-)