Not just the voice of Jinya, mind you. No. There was someone else. Beyond that desolate, haunting voice, beyond the sound of wind, beyond the feel of falling rain.... Beyond the feel of that blood. So much blood. Stop, I....
It was so hard to focus on those voices, hard to focus on anything other than the rain, wind and blood. Yet, there they were. Those far off, distorted voices were definitely not Jinya. Far off, beyond his reach, but he.... Zelos? Zelos.... It ceased nearly as quickly as it had come, but that voice was unmistakable, even if had been distant, and murky. But where was the boy? Was he close? He... he desperately wanted to be near that comforting human, talk to the boy, he.... Zelos....
How long had it been? How long had he been trapped in that nightmare, anyway? If he could just....
The man let out a soft moan, his eyelids twitching a bit as he fought against the thick fog clouding his thoughts, his very being. Zelos was close, he had heard him, he... If he could just open his eyes, pull himself from that rain-sodden forest, then.... “... N-nn....”