"But you... You're..." he tried to pull away, but his limbs were still clumsy and tingling badly. A tear heated a streak down the ice over his eyes to freeze as it fell to the ground.

He... He should be happy. He should. His father was a hero. And he did love him. And missed him. This should be... He should be...

Was this an Akuma attack? A trick? An illusion?

This couldn't be true... could it?

But if it was...

If it was....

He should be happy.

He should be happy.

Was the air running out, or was it just happening to him...?