Mercury steps forward. She does not seem horrified by the blasted body, the broken frame of a fallen soldier. She barely spares a look for the scene of carnage, and equally ignores the man still present. Rather than any of this, she has eyes only for a small object left in the dust: a glimmering crystal.

As she straightens up with the prize in her hand, the sun glints off a golden bracer on her wrist. Then, her eyes finally fall on John. Almost as though taunting him for the loss of the girl who'd been here a moment before, she praises him.

"Galaxia-sama will appreciate your gift."