[16]: You Have Withered

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All is not in favour of thy benefit, ne'er leading to the truest of utopias,

soaked in ruinous acid it now disappears into melted dolorousness,

has it been fallen grievingly down into sinful grime like oak coffins,

lace trimmings now cut in hostile shapes of thy treasuring cruelty,

shown of continuous hatred made embellishments used to flaunt flagrantly,

my fate shall never land spotlessly in the selfish centre of thy wanting,

the world must stand opposed forever on the side where the worst luck shall ponder and vault,

and never will become distinguished where my recalled, vociferate fate is now the epithet called curse.

Both Ferid and Lacus showed up after Mikaela frantically called his father, alerting him that Cataha was at the Plasma Killer's base in Dangatopia.

Ferid was stunned, to see his first love standing there with a grin on her face. Ferid took off his mask as the two stared each other down. At the sight of Ferid's face, memories as clear as day exploded into Yuichiro's mind, confirming that it was both indeed Ferid and Mikaela who killed his parents that day.

Cataha was just as beautiful as she was before she had faked her own death and left them. The evidence was indeed there, as Ferid stared at the socket that laid empty and without an eye from the time it was gauged out of her face.

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