Looking back, Morio was reminded of an old tradition in Mistwick. Namely, five trees would be planted not too far away from each other, and when Bancho cut through one, it landed atop the other. With enough force, the second tree collapsed, and the cycle repeated without giving Bancho too much work.

The two eventually found themselves in a port-like street of Omer Narrows, which, contrasting the name, was open and see-through. Treading down a few steps, they passed a line of people at tremendous speeds, perhaps faster than all those Malikan rabbits jumping through the grass. With that notion, memories of Ambrosia stormed back into Jyuzou's mind.

Did the Tributal even know of Omer Narrows in the first place?

He grew weary, looking around with a mild frown and trying to locate anything hinting towards the light they searched for. With Morio tugging on his shoulder, the two stepped down the slope and carefully strolled near the edge of the small lake which crashed into the canals and rivers of the city.

Boats were placed near the shore, with a few oars swimming in the water, knocked from all the commotion on the other side which fortunately wasn't to reach them yet. The green leaves buried their way into the dimly lit houses with big stone foundations, some towering over the smaller buildings with orange gleams, dancing atop the waterfall and digging their way through the trees above.

Morio squinted his eyes, searching for something. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to a whited-out something in the distance. He scratched the top of his head, as a few coins fell out of his white strands.

"Isn't that the church from earlier?" Jyuzou fixed his foggy glasses and spat out a feather, which somehow found its way into his mouth.

"No, it looks different." Morio put his hands together, thinking.

"I don't know, Morio" he looked down, his brows shaking. Morio glanced at his worried face, rubbing his cheek and sighing.

"That might be Roses Alley, then," Morio informed, taking his hand and almost stepping into the water, avoiding collision with a few bigger people that passed, letting out hearty laughs. He breathed out, while the Morian observed.

Obviously, everyone in the town was heading to that particular street to buy or sell anything they could get their hands on. Earlier wondering about the centre, Morio thought this was the answer, but only smiled to himself, leaving the air of mystery with Jyuzou, who continuously gazed at him like as if he was an idiot.

"How did you come up with that idea?"

"Don't you get it?" Morio furrowed his brows. "Do you think the Behemoth lady would expect us to find some secluded street when we're new here? It's so obvious!"

"Look at that crowd of people. Even i-if, we'll find another way through." Jyuzou uttered.

"But we managed to sneak through earlier! You're making up problems that don't exist!" Morio pointed, and Jyuzou tried his best to ignore him. The white-haired Morian stepped back, gravely disappointed.

Sighing out, Jyuzou gritted his teeth and took a few steps, finally turning to some people who slowed down the massive line. "E-excuse me?"

"Hm?" A girl turned her head, with round, sharp eyes, staring into Jyuzou's face. The Morian was a little embarrassed, but with the strange situation at hand, he had no other option.

Morio glanced at Jyuzou for a second, still smirking as if he was ahead of his foolish notions.

"Do you know where Roses Alley is?"

The girl blinked twice, before turning back to the person who stood by her side. With a glance, the older one answered his question.

"Mann nah know," she added, with a grateful smile.

"Ah?" Jyuzou scratched his hand. "I-I..." he stuttered, taking a step back in complete embarrassment. The little girl laughed before the other woman scolded her for such. Soon enough, though, the two left, with the crowd advancing towards the main street.

Angered, Jyuzou dug the paper out of his pocket, while something landed near his shoe. He read through the words, continuously, with no new ideas coming to mind. Putting it to the side with an angered sigh, he noticed the object that lay on the ground.

Kneeling, he picked up the Metho Seed, putting it in both fingers and looking at its wrinkled outside, as the sun barely shone on its thick coating.

"Morio, do you remember-" he looked up.

He wasn't there.

With a loud sigh of fury that boiled inside like the soup Victoria would make, he turned on his heel, looking at the crowd. "MORIO!" he yelled, as loud as he could, but his scream didn't pierce through the cacophony of noises.

Either way, his shouts weren't needed. Morio seldom stuck out from the crowd, jumping up and screaming for help.

His plan backfired, and through all the thoughts of the desperate struggle for survival through the harsh wave of people, he still tried smirking, simply because his shouts were louder than Jyuzou's.

With trouble at hand, the other Morian moved into the crowd, now angrily pushing people away, forming more and more fires, as people continuously bumped into each other.

"MENN! WATCH IT!" Someone pointed to the other Haran.

"Huh?!" the guy put his hands in his massive pockets. "Menn stood there like dar iun!" he raised his voice, furrowing both annoyed eyebrows.

"Stop!" Some girl yelled out. "MENN ANNOYING!"

"DON'T PUSH!"

"WHAT WAS DAR FOR?!"

"HUH?!"

Unfortunately for both Morians, this time the distraction didn't work in their favour. Instead of carving a path for them to reconnect, it created more distance, as people continuously pushed each other with raised voices.

"It wasn't mann!" someone added, while Jyuzou crouched, putting the paper over his head in stress.

"MANN SAW IT! DON'T MENN SPAR TO MANN!" someone grabbed the other's collar, threatening to punch him. The rush for coins or objects of desire seemed to change the calmest people.

"Damn it!" Jyuzou announced. It was getting tight, too tight. A punch was thrown right above his hair, and a finger landed on his glasses, much to his annoyance. Morio was out of reach.

The white-haired Morian stuck his hand out, ground his teeth and jumped up, desperately gasping for air. Someone tried stealing his backpack, but Morio kicked them in the groin, which sparked another wave of confusion.

"WHAT DID MENN DO THAT FOR?!" A fist waved in front of Morio, avoiding the boy.

His voice continuously grew weaker. He slightly opened his eyes, blurry vision making circles back to the sky which slowly turned orange. He felt the stampede on both sides, peering at Jyuzou who surely managed to make his way through.

Something strange was happening. Something he couldn't describe.

He felt a hand reaching out towards his chest, ripping out the emblem that hung from his neck, a testimony to his strength and the things that Gloria left for him to accomplish. Expectations, vows.

He wasn't going to let them take it away.

Morio yelled, even though his screams weren't heard, because he never let out a single noise. Grabbing onto the cold, grey, darkened hand, he spotted a similar figure among the crowd, the same bandages covering the smiling face, with dried-out blood running down the side of his lips.

Morio's eyes widened. He moved back as if entranced. Nothing mattered anymore. He wanted to hold onto the emblem as tight as possible, perhaps hoping to hear his mother's voice, to see the things he had lost.

To strike at the side of that tree he spotted earlier. But he couldn't.

"Morio!" Jyuzou's scream broke through the fog, and the two landed barely outside the crowd, right on the cold ground.

Morio breathed out, his eyes focusing on the worried Jyuzou, who immediately sat up, dealing a slap to his face. "HEY!"

"I told you not to step into the damn crowd and you did so anyway!"

"It was you w-who was wasting air, not me! Look for the quickest solution, the easiest way out!" Morio moved back, kicking his legs back and forth, getting further away from the stampede of people, still at war. He gulped, before standing on both feet and brushing off the dust his clothes were engulfed in.

Thoughts came back to the person he just spotted. With a worried frown, he gazed at the ground, for a bit. Did the things his mind conjured up through panic were real?

"Morio," Jyuzou said, in between a few unsteady gasps.

"Huh?" Morio turned.

"Your emblem fell." the Morian pointed to the ground, closing one eye.

Morio's eyes shrank.

"It's right there." Jyuzou pointed, without a worry in the world.

Although Morio desperately wanted to dash for the trinket as if it were the first meal he had eaten in months, he maintained composure that contrasted his racing heart.

It just lay there, pointlessly.

Morio trod, while Jyuzou followed, seldom glancing back at the crowds in worry.

His hand was almost there. His fingers landed on the prize. Crouching down, Morio felt the embrace he longed for, despite trying to deny those feelings. A moment so sombre for him.

But, before he could grab it, a yell ensued from the street it opposed. Both of them looked up, seeing yet another dust of smoke. With a worried gulp, and an "Oh no." coming from Morio, the two expected the worst, but before they could decide upon anything, the cloud was already in front of their widened eyes.

It clashed with the two Morians, sending them across to the other street. Morio and Jyuzou yelled, and the two others groaned, with muffled swears bouncing back into Jyuzou's ears.

Morio slowly sat up, following that with a loud cough. He covered his mouth, and opened his eyes, seeing more smoke floating towards his stature. However, before he could accomplish anything else, a hand landed on his shoulder, fingers harshly digging into his skin.

Morio made a few noises, as his body was lifted with ease. He started throwing hands and thrashing around, trying to escape whatever the threat could entail.

"You!" A rough voice spoke from the other side, and Morio's expression changed. He opened his weary eyes, scanning the figure which barely revealed itself out of the beige-grey cloud.

They bore sandals, and long, baggy pants, that contrasted the shade of the undershirt neatly tucked beneath the brown vest, with a thin, decorative sleeveless jacket covering his torso. Finally, Morio's gaze met his furious face, furrowed bushy eyebrows sharpening his eyes.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, HUH?!" The guy yelled out, the scream echoing into Morio's ears.

Jyuzou scratched his head. "My glasses," he muttered, searching around with his hand, which eventually found the guy's sandal.

The mentioned curiously glanced at the side, reaching his arm back into the fog. "AHHH!" Jyuzou raised his voice, squinting his small eyes toward the one who held both Morians like small friskies.

"Um." Morio blinked twice, smiling awkwardly. "Trouble," he whispered.

"YOU BET IT IS, YOU MORONS!" The guy yelled once again, the scream creating a small wind that flailed through Jyuzou's hair. "Didn't you see us? Running in a damned hurry! Get out of the way!"

"Us?" Jyuzou asked, quietly.

"Ingo!" A softer voice spoke out from behind, revealing yet another figure, similarly dressed, although bearing more lush colours, opposing to the toned red that this Ingo guy wore. "Don't do- Awwgh!"

The other person was disappointed at the sight, shuffling over to Ingo. "Let them go!" she pointed, pouting.

"Why would I?" Ingo smirked, before glancing at the girl. With fearful reconsideration written all over his face, swiftly changing into disappointment, he dropped both Morians to the ground.

Morio made a loud thump, and Jyuzou fell like a duvet on the bed.

After a few more coughs, the other person crouched near the two. "Sorry! We should've been more careful!" she muttered, picking up Jyuzou's glasses and handing them to his searching hands. "Better, eh?" she smiled, lightly.

Jyuzou gulped. "T-Thank you," he muttered, brushing excess dust and dirt off his hair. Ingo leaned against one of the buildings, continuously sighing.

With a helping hand, the Morian stood up, glancing at her face. Big, round golden glasses, and a warm and inviting smile, which contrasted the distant expression of the other one.

Morio looked around, sitting up. He spotted the gleam of the emblem, stuck right under Ingo's sandal, and it seemed that the other side noticed too.

"Hm?" Ingo crouched, picking it up from the ground.

"It's mine." Morio shot up, straight as an arrow.

"Oh?" Ingo's eyes drifted towards the white-haired boy.

"Ingo, stop." the girl added, in a calm whisper, breathing out. To both Morians, it was clear that the dynamic suggested that one person here controlled the other's temper.

Mentioning Morians, Jyuzou began taking a closer look at the girl's face, noticing sharper features, and little white spots that stood out against her darker skin tone.

"Genni..." he uttered, throatly. "I'm just teasing him," he added, with a playful smirk, before throwing the emblem towards the white-haired boy. "Can't have fun in this stupid sad world. Someone will barge in to tell me it's wrong."

Morio breathed in, clenching the necklace in his palm.

"Watch your head, then." Ingo stepped to the side. "You don't want to lose such a shining trinket."

Morio turned, pouting.

"Okay, come on, Genni!" Ingo clapped his hands. "We're already late!" he raised his rough voice.

"Ah." Genni quickly breathed in, before a beam tugged on her lips again, facing Jyuzou.

"C-Can I ask you something before you leave?" Jyuzou's eyes lit up.

Ingo and Morio groaned.

"Sure!" Genni responded, clenching her fist around the end of Ingo's jacket, with a bit of a sour expression.

Morio glanced at Ingo with furrowed brows and was met with the same gaze. The former stepped to the side, folding their arms.

"I-I don't know if you're from here." Jyuzou shook his head, chuckling. "Um..."

"Hold on." Genni stopped for a second, curious gaze landing at Morio and Jyuzou. "Ingo." she tugged on his robes again.

"What?!" Ingo raised his voice.

"They're..." she whispered. "You're Morians too!"