All the offices were empty—Thankfully enough, the people in this world seemed reasonable enough to know when it was time to run, unlike those in Crystallis. The only people behind them were doctors and nurses helping out the wounded. And indeed in the confusion no one noticed them… Or nearly no one. The soldier standing guard by the entrance of what was used as shelter gave a sideway glance at Sephiroth, Santa and Deadpool. The language was auto-translated, but it did nothing to help with the strange hair and unusual clothes, especially for a time of war such as this. He didn’t do anything for the moment, but his attention was caught, not to mention he had a light machine gun in hand. Hopefully he wasn’t too stressed out and anxious with all these bombings otherwise he might just shoot at the first occasion if they do anything seemingly threatening.

Besides this soldier, they would find the shelter filled with people—Lots of medical personnel, soldiers and even some children. Many of these people looked worried and scared, but as many looked as though this was an usual occurrence for them, just a bad moment to go through. Amongst the cacophony of voices, they could hear a little boy crying, while most others tried to keep silent.

“I-I don’t want to die…”

A feminine voice replied to him—Who strangely enough would sound familiar to many of the Heroes of Light.

“No one here will die.”

“But… This is so sca-scar-…”

“Last week, you told me you wish you had died with your parents. What brought this change?”

“I-I don’t know… I still… I-I…”

“I’m proud of you. I can only imagine how difficult it must have been. You’re very brave.”

The little boy’s voice went silent after that, though he could still be heard whining and crying a bit.