It doesn’t exactly have a beginning. Not that he remembers of anyway. It doesn’t really have a clear ending either, Midgardsormr muses. It simply… goes. In his previous life, in his present one, and the next, he continues, with ideals and memories he relearns and relives.

If she runs far away, she thinks to herself, past the reaches of Grastaea, further than anyone has ever been, maybe, just maybe she can live without seeing anyone die in front of her ever again. And yet. (Or, a deeper dive into Zena's narrative.)

Fighting for a world where no one gets hurt... that's Luca's dream. But to keep fighting when you're so badly beaten down, when the one you loved is gone: That takes time to heal, and rise back up. Or, a take on Luca's thoughts and feelings post-Chapter 11; and before Gala.