"The future is just like that /being it good or bad / we will lose all we had / and may get nothing for it (so sad)" ---Ode to the Present, fourth strophe. At this moment, Anita, who had been hearing the swords hitting each other, entered the room and instinctively threw her shoe at Hobenrûd, distracting him. "Hoben, stop that!" Anita cried out, not knowing what else she could do. "She's still Priscilla; the only thing that changed was her name! You will regret slaying her!" Hobenrûd looked at Marin with surprise, mouth agape and standing still. "What!?" He blinked. "Then believe me now."