[ Wolfram had arrived late. How inexcusable; he had hoped Saya would contact him, he had fervently wanted to be by Conrad's side knowing this day would soon arrive and yet it had all happened so fast he was unable to do anything. It's terrifying, the uncertainty of not knowing the outcome of the battle, the feeling of useless that is crawling in his skin.
He's feeling too much while not feeling anything at all. He must get there. There is something he can do. But thoughts, feelings and even air come to a sharp halt as soon as he witnesses the scene before him.
Is that thing Diva? And is that person... Conrad!?
He would have felt something upon seeing that stone. Relief, fear or even sadness, anything would have been appropriate. However, there is no time to feel or think— in a almost neurotic hurry he yells his brother's name as his legs carry him as fast as they can towards him. ] Conrad!