Amid the anxious crowd, Tarou's nerves were on edge as he became aware of his friend's potentially suicidal mission. He felt a growing urgency to intervene:
- I must stop that idiot before he got himself killed, but how? What can I do to bring him back to his right mind? I feel like I'm seeing the old Dylan. The one that disappeared ten years ago.
As Tarou attempted to follow Dylan through the crowd, he suddenly caught sight of long black hair. His heart skipped a beat:
- SARRA!
Driven by hope and desperation, he frantically scanned the crowd, his eyes searching for a glimpse of her:
"I can't mistake Sarra, it's her! I'm sure. But where is she?"
Sarra's presence seemed to taunt him, appearing briefly before vanishing when he tried to reach her. His frustration mounted as he wished to see her again and hold her in his arms:
" Damn it, is she playing with me?"