*In a dirt-cheap graveyard, a skeletal hand shoots up out of the ground, and Aifos' rotting body pulls itself up. His body had been eaten away on Valentine's day by the ichor, and in this weakened state he cannot stay up for long, and so he tumbles to the ground.* *Ichor trickles down from his eye sockets, but it is only a few drops, not nearly enough to be even a remote threat. Unless you're an ant or something. Then it could be.* *A gentle piano wafts through the graveyard, and you hear Aifos' voice.* [i]Rain...bows... Thought I'd never... Know. Waaaaaarmth... All the pain will be gone. And the saints will respond: "Tell me where did they go? And where should we go?" When the puppet couldn't find its master it... Spoooooooke! [b]I STILL REMAAAAAAIN! AND I'M STILL ONE AND THE SAAAAAAME! THOUGH MY LOVE NOW GOES BY A DIFFERENT NAAAAAAME![/b] My heart staaaays unchaaaaaanged! We're not wishing for a brand new world... The lost can still be redeemed. It has always been a beautiful world... We just weren't lucky... Why do we feel so rushed? Why do we feel so lost? Why don't we feel enough? We're already enoooooough... Let us bloom for us! I still reeeemaaaaaain... And I'm still one and the saaaaaame... Though my love now goes by a different naaaaaame... My heart... Staaaays unchanged...[/i] *Aifos' skeletal hand reaches towards you, but then it falls lifelessly to the ground. He still seems to be conscious, but his ichor-ridden body is still too weak to move.*