Mia was not allowed outside of Urasaria until her Revenant was active, but she was content. She enjoyed talking with Aimee, who visited her daily, and felt the subsumption of herself into community with others. Out of the third-floor window of the infirmary room she was kept in, she had seen the rows of student housing and the mansions near the front gate & walls. Retively isoted in location, the area directly around Urasaria Academy had little of the resonant glow life as an urban woman had conditioned her eyes to imbue in night.

  She noticed that as essential as Urasaria was, most of the funding didn't show in the housing. Aimee had pointed out the squat brick of mismatched boards that was row of one-star housing, along with her own mansion: a fact that seemed to embarrass her.

  Aimee's parents were wyers and had always afforded a high standard of living for their daughter, who they had ter abandoned, yet Mia's parents were poor until her father had robbed a bank for his daughter. Given that Aimee had lived within that economic substrata always denied to Mia (for even now they needed to hide the excess money her mother still had), it was not unusual for Mia to ask Aimee much about her home life, yet Aimee continually seemed apologetic of such. Mia was still emotionally situated within her former poverty and Aimee her former riches, both attempting to compromise themselves into the duller woes of a different css, and so it was not surprising that they enjoyed finding what they had in common.

  Many spoke of Aimee as a woman whose only inheritance from her wealthy parents was a firm sense of guilt.

  Aimee told Mia much about Urasaria's operations, and brought her whatever food and gifts and possessions she asked for. Makoto was no longer allowed around until Mia was officially a host, and she had learned Aimee was the rare student who did not seem to possess much of an ego; she had not been able to enter Urasaria with one, abandoned and loathed as she was by her parents before. Thus, there was a fraudulence to the occasional overt confidence she dispyed to Mia, along with a sheathing of her more frayed or hostlike parts, but they still grew as things Mia wished to nurture herself.

  On the first quarter of the eighth night, something in Mia's room screeched 'WORLDWIDE!' and she woke up screaming.

  Hirogane soon came in and turned the lights on, causing her to wince and throw her hands over her eyes. "What the fuck was-?!"

  "Your Revenant activated. That's what the scream was."

  "W-What? Did you hear it too?"

  "No, I just remembered I forgot to tell you it would scream in your mind. Figured that's why you were screaming. What's its name?"

  Mia sighed and tried to calm herself. She had realized over the past week that Hirogane's bedside manner was far worse than Saya's. "Please just give me a minute..."

  "S'fine." He sat down beside her, and pulled an oily tendril out of one of his robe's bck splotches. "Have to check if it's truly active, though, with Pulse." Once Mia was calm, he drew it up her vein, and she felt calmly disgusted as it slithered up inside her arm and touched her heart. He pulled Pulse out. "It's active. Should be able to summon it."

  Mia sighed; she would prefer to wait for Aimee. She called her first, and though Aimee's mansion was farthest from the infirmary, she still got there within a minute. She expined what had occurred, and tensed as she prepared to summon her Revenant. "Worldwide." A dozen scarabs appeared on her right sleeve, golden with a single red line down their backs. One flew above her head and exploded in a tuft of red fme. She smiled.

  "Wanna try it with Rider?" said Aimee.

  Mia gave out her wrist. Blue tendrils burst out of Aimee's wrists, which Mia knew as Rider; some sort of enhancement when dipped into the veins of hosts. Rider's tendrils dipped in her veins, and as another scarab exploded, a tuft of orange fme puffed out; occasionally color changes demarcated differences in strength. "Er, I'm not sure if there's any other ability to it, or..."

  "That's just something you kinda know innately. Can you extinguish it, if you set something on fire?"

  "I don't believe I can." frowned Mia.

  "Oh. Um, do you know about host auras?"

  Mia blinked. "I… I actually don't."

  Aimee snickered. "It's okay. Hard to describe, but it's kinda extending yourself into what you're wearing or holding. Sometimes if you're close to an object and your Revenant is doing something to it, you can extend your aura into it. Revenants can't harm their own hosts or their auras, so if you extend your aura into something, it should extinguish anything that's on fire."

  A scarab exploded on Mia's sleeve, and she nodded as no fme lingered. "Time to apply to Urasaria?"

  "On it." Hirogane yawned and walked out.

  "Should just take a minute." said Aimee excitedly. "Luna's not here, o-otherwise we could celebrate. Maybe tomorrow we could go out fighting and get to know Worldwide, maybe?"

  Mia smiled. "I appreciate the offer, but I'd still like to practice more."

  "Oh, u-um, yeah, sorry. Sure thing, yeah."

  "But, eventually."

  Hirogane came back with her registration papers, and Aimee helped her through them. Once Mia had finished, she wanted sleep again, so Aimee & Hirogane left to the main infirmary. Hirogane gestured Aimee out to the hall.

  "Something's odd with her colony." he said. "Bacteria's highly concentrated in one area of her heart. It's not spread out like a normal Revenant."

  "...I mean. It just activated, right? Even if it was someone else's."

  "My concern is that someone will be coming back for it."

  Aimee frowned. Revenants cannot survive more than 30 days without a host; it is not unthinkable one could use another host for extended storage. "Hopefully not. I'll make sure she gets assigned under Marisa. I'd trust her to keep her safe."

  Hirogane nodded, and as Aimee walked away and out of the building, his eyes leaned to the window to watch the smudge of darkness fade her silhouette. He returned to sleep eventually that night, yet, for the next month, after he had heard the name Worldwide, he felt that odd dance memory has with someone that it has once filed long ago, but cannot yet fully rise into the brew of word or thought. But eventually we shall know the face that filled his memory: that is why the novel does not end here.