[Libra's walking through the city, looking for any injured residents or Otherworlders that may have been injured during the previous battle. He'd set up a makeshift first aid shelter, trying to get it as close to the center of all affected areas as he could. But, he was just one person, and there were plenty of injuries to take care of.

As he moved down one of the streets, he slowed when he saw black crawling across the surfaces of nearby buildings.]

DEMON. SOUL OF DARKNESS. [Familiar voices of his parents as they abandoned him due to his perceived possession.] A life of virtue, what for? [A corrupted Robin, laughing as though they thought they couldn't defeat Grima.]

That's Enough

[Anyone nearby will hear him shout that into the darkness as he stands in the middle of what was once a street.]

[Well, that was a fancy show. Nothing he'd ever seen before. Is this what war becomes when humanity grows out of swords, axes, and bows? This wasn't something he didn't think he would see in his lifetime.

Swinging his axe up on his shoulder, he turns to look at someone standing nearby.]

I can't say I know much about some of this, but I can help support as much as I can.

[Punctuated with him using said axe to destroy a nearby screen broadcasting the guy's speech.]