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[ What a pity. He leaves, ripped back to his own world, only to get injured and sent back. Dead? No, he's definitely not dead. Merely cradling an arm leaking black wisps that fly into the air like ashes. There are large rips in his coat and blood on his boots, but he's very much alive.

He'd tried to fix the 'inevitable', as this place had suggested, and had mostly succeeded... Mostly. His chest still feels hollow and a great many of their number are still dead, but Saïx imagines it doesn't matter anymore.

There's no surprise in his face at finding himself here again. Just a quiet resignation. ]

Fate is inescapable.