The mere idea of forgiveness sends Anthy over the edge, wailing. It feels like an eternity since she's cried this way and longer still since it actually meant anything. Her vision tunnels as she clutches to Jack, sobbing as if she were that child terrified for her brother once more. As the drone of the swords drew close, as usual, she braced for something that did come - if her concerned expression was any indication.

"Something's wrong."

The sound of drawn metal drew her attention, as Dios began to feverishly mutter. His skin was beginning to shine with sweat and his brows seemed to furrow with discomfort. Long strands of pale hair stuck to his body

"Her fault...couldn't let me breathe...couldn't let me go...left me...abandoned me."

The repetition of the memory seemed to slow to nothing now, besides the Phantom of Dios, whose eyes were clouding further by the second.

"Something is very wrong, Jack."