[ The waterfront stretches behind him, a white-capped sea of black with swirls of Mist floating atop it. ]

Priscilla.

[ He recognizes that you're closer to the edge now than you've been in a little while, and he would see you topple over into Oblivion with him if that would give him all he wanted, but it won't. So he doesn't press. Exercises a calm, unfazed tone of voice, but one with something of an authoritative quality to it.

The General, less the Lover. ]

It is neither Luciela, nor Riful... I cannot sense their yoki rising in correlation to your own.

Who has upset you so...?