"What's there to talk about?" Pannis reached out, his fingertips gently brushing against the black hair draped over his shoulder. Past and present intertwined softly under his touch as the valiant visage of Nellie and the magnificent countenance of Catherine alternated before his eyes. Along with them flashed images of Flare's elegance, Lina's capriciousness, Vivian's concentration, and Freya's nobility. He sighed softly, withdrew his hand, and looked up at the pitch-black night sky with a self-deprecating chuckle, "Tell the story of our failure all those years ago? Do you want me to recount how we arrogantly tried to destroy the Soul of Danacus and ultimately failed?"