The voice was so familiar, and yet... wrong... too young, too concerned. She looked up anyway, wide-eyed and wordless. She knew him, she knew him, that was Kuzuryuu. Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, SHSL Yakuza. SHSL Despair. But this-- he was younger than her, now, and-- an eyepatch? She couldn't help but stare, uncomprehending, she was already barely functioning and now this, of all things...

"Kuzuryuu," she murmured, as though maybe if she spoke the illusion would shatter and she'd find herself in a place that made sense again. "Where... what is this?" Had he died, too? That didn't explain the age, it didn't explain much of anything, but...