"Master, it's been six hours…" Placing her hand on Haruki's shoulders, Serena tried to get him away from the graves.
Kneeling in the garden of the Larian castle right underneath the gazebo where Haruki first laid eyes on Asuka, he couldn't get that memory out of his mind. The look of concern on her face, the genuine smile, and the worrisome hug, it felt as though her warmth was still racing along his skin, but alas, having put her in the grave with his own hands, her body no longer possessed that comforting warmth.
"I…I know," pulling himself out of a spell that slowed time for him, Haruki pulled himself up and finally turned to face the others moaning the deaths alongside him.