Those clawed fingers curl tightly around that scarf. Crow's hand quivers. A sharp, pained gasp escapes as the realization sets in.

He was too slow. Too late.

Sparrow trusted him... and it wasn't enough.

He wasn't enough.

It's just like—

His mother's lifeless form, dangling, swaying, limp. Never again would she answer his calls. Never again would she smile, never again would she—

"No!"

Saki Konishi, consumed by long nails, claws, teeth, Shadows, writhing, screaming, utterly devoured, and he could only watch as the tears flowed and flowed and flowed...

Until they ran completely dry.