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[He asks himself how he managed to get himself caught in the rain. Ryoji stands outside Brew Ha Ha, wrapping his yellow scarf loosely around his neck. The moon, whose light barely shows through the heavy clouds, is waxing in the sky. Even with the atmosphere clouded, he can still feel it. The obstruction makes no difference.

The memories return, and he closes his eyes and takes them in.

Being Death, returning to Tartarus, becoming Nyx, and then bringing the Fall.]