On Analus Island that evening, a figure stood in front of the execution platform. Stringy long white hair and bright blue eyes can be made out in the evening light, his back hunched over a little. He cradled a bouquet of white roses in his arms, placing them in front of the platform.
"It's like you said Blanco, the heavens will speak when it's time," he said. "Two different sides with two different goals. The strong bonds of the G will set its course, the world plunged into an era they've never seen before." A smile curled on his elderly face, the late night breeze brushing through his hair. "You and Mikan have played your part and the rest of us will do ours. Even from the grave, you continue to turn the world. Let's see Blanco, how the world will fall to its knees."
And with a final word, his body disappeared as if he had never been there.
"I'll be waiting for you, Paolo G. Rigards."