Haru was so tired. Really, he couldn't think of much of anything right now. He could feel his joints locking up from what would probably be multiple causes. This was all he could do? Maybe he shouldn't have gone on something like this for his first quest. He was in over his head... It didn't matter. He had to make himself worth something. He had no energy left to focus on assisting anyone, and even in he did, the place had descended into true chaos. He'd never be able to find someone else to help like this. Fine, then. What would be the cool thing to do, then? He did have a promise with Vincent, after all. Take as many out as he could in the chill of battle, using his dying breath? Sounded good to him. Once again, he reached into his soul. Everything felt cold. Why did it have to be so cold? This game was so damn realistic. Haru loved it. He takes his soul, molds it into a beautiful silver spear, and-
