Gai slumped forward, lifelessly like a still doll. He couldn't muster the strength to move. Merely resting upon the couch, Gai's remaining arm hung forward, his eyes dull and listless. What was there to do? There was nothing; nothing to live for. His most important trait had been stolen from him—without his power, he was nothing but a pale shadow of the legendary White Devil. He wasn't Gaillardia Nagareboshi, but some whiny, clingy teary-eyed moeblob. This is what had become of the almighty Rising Phoenix? It was no wonder why Gaillardia Nagareboshi had given up on life. It was fucking disgusting.