Schuldig rises from the deep and it's cold.. so cold.. and dark. Freed of falling rubble by invisible forces, he? linked Schwarz through desperate struggles with debris and waves until something had gone wrong; help ceased and he floundered, his power failing as the artificial storm battered him.

Thrown to shore by nature, he stumbles over rocks and seaweed, searching in the flotsam with the faculties left him. Numb hands find a small body, coughing weakly, still breathing, and pull it to his chest.

"Nagi, we've made it," he mumbles into wet hair, drying to blonde in the rising sun.