"Take a cue from Sinbad, Yuuna," her own specter adds, finally appearing out on that golden road. Taller, more muscular, more lined and hard, she strides forward to stand beside Sinbad's father, arms folded across her breasts as she stares imperiously at the pair. "Keep on this path and you'll become a real killer."

A hand reaches out, a small image dancing on the double's palm. An image of Yuuna and Merrill, embroiled in a battle. The image sworls, shifting and twisting weirdly as the figures flow through combat. A knife flies from nowhere, aimed at Yuuna's back. And Merrill dives in front of it, taking the blade through the chest.

Yuuna's eyes go wide, and she drops to her knees beside Sinbad as a gasp of shock is torn from her lips. No! It couldn't be. But...the image shifts again, the scene replaying with Waver, with Ami, with Haruka, with Ryugazaki and Blue. Even Goku. Tears begin to stream down her face, hot with rage and fear. The two babies rush to her side, the Shelgon propping up her head while the Gabite nuzzles her with it's head.

Stop it! Stop bothering her!

"This quest for power...it's going to get friends killed. You may as well accept that, if you're going to pursue it. Because you can't save anyone, not like you are. You're holding them back, and if you really cared about them you'd stop. You'd accept that you're just a detriment. Or you'll just embrace it, admit it, and maybe you can change this."