I see. [ Allelujah finds no fault in that. It's only the thin layer of steel tempered by war fire, the same that made him come this way to intervene, that makes him believe he's not done yet. ] It's not something I can leave alone yet. Even if I have to move wreckage.

[ Picking up the pieces, now there's a familiar feeling. He approaches when prompted, intending not to waste what he's being given. ]

I still haven't... [ He's never really been cast upon yet, and falters. ] — what should I do?