Standing atop the crumbling ruin of what once was the Holy City's wall, he could see everything. Lost Town. West Block. The remnants of the tower.

It all looked so different from what he remembered. So lively. Open. People went back and forth from West Block to Lost Town to the middle of the city, easy.

He sat down, legs criss-crossed, cheek in palm. Had it really been four years? How could something change this much in four years?

Well, he thought, a little chuckle spilling from his lips, you always were amazing, Shion.