Serph nods before sitting down on the sandy beach, hand reaching over to gently pet Jack, rubbing a thumb against his furry ears. He doesn't know where the instinct comes from, but it feels right. He hadn't touched the strange cat that seemed to follow him around the Junkyard and Nirvana -- how did that cat exist in the Junkyard and Nirvana? -- but he would the cat even allow him to? It always seemed to look right through him.

"I'm searching for a land without fighting. This feels like what it would be."

Some residents of the Junkyard no longer wanted that, either revelling in bloodshed or simply deciding they preferred to stay. Both are gone. The thought reminds him of the question that had been on his mind since he sat down to watch that serial with SecUnit.

Serph's wings fold forward to wrap around them both. "What do you do when someone dies?"