You pop in the tape labeled "Sabre."

... the track is very quiet, a little fuzzy. But after a few seconds rises the unmistakably raspy rumble of Sabre's purring, and a soft laugh that reasonably matches Req's voice, but nothing else spoken. But just listening to it makes you feel an affectionate warmth, comforted.






Nemesis, you recognize the dried bouquet immediately. After all, you're the one who left it at Zrael's door.