(Written to Descendant of Shinobi from FF7R Intermission.)
Panic is a thunderstorm that tears through Gray Raven and Nanami. Watanabe eyes the unfolding scene with feverish curiosity and confusion, frantically trying to figure out where the Strike Hawk Operator went. Lee aims a gun at the newcomer’s head, visibly upset, but is promptly warned by that same figure: ‘Go ahead. Shoot. If you’re no longer interested in seeing my host, that is’.
“Who in the fuckin’ Hell are you, and where is my lil’ brother?”
Commandant Noir demands, while Lucia lands a comforting hand on an incensed Lee’s shoulder. The figure clad in the moon’s darkness initially gives them no answers: instead, he promptly shoves Liv out of harm’s way and engages the behemoth everyone else momentarily forgot about.
A million things happen at once, with the mystery unit ordering everyone else to stay back, Commandant Noir protectively placing himself in front of the others, and the strange figure clashing with the behemoth.
The battle comes to an end. Lee and Lucia demand an explanation from the stranger, the former increasingly furious, the latter increasingly concerned. The figure sheds very little light on Kamui’s disappearance, telling them: ‘My host is sleeping. From what I can see, you’d all be better off if my host were to simply expire. He was clearly much too weak to protect any of you’.
A trembling, livid Lee aims his gun at the stranger’s forehead, but does not shoot. Liv and Lucia lower his arm, both of them exuding the deepest concern for their technician and the missing Kamui. “What’s your deal, anyway?” Nanami demands, stepping towards the mysterious figure.
”What have you done with our friend? You took Kamui away from us, creep, and Nanami is NOT pleased!”
The mystery figure’s eyes cut into all of them, mercurial blades ablaze with poison. “It is as I said before. My host sleeps within me, and will not awaken until these threats subside. He is much too weak to confront the battles that await this world, so I stand in his place."
"Let it be known that my host IS expendable, though, and at any time I may take away everything my host owns-including his life. If I can protect this world in his place, it is here I will remain.”
The figure then bolts off into the deeper, darker recesses of Hell. Lee orders him to wait, brandishing his gun, but is held back by Commandant Noir and Watanabe. “We’ve got to regroup,” Watanabe urges him.
“Rushing into battle without seeing the battlefield will only worsen the situation! If we’re going to have any chance of rescuing this errant Operator of yours, we’ve got to gather more information on what we’re dealing with!”
