Animus strolls through Curtis Park, trying to relax in the closeness of nature. Unfortunately, his churning thoughts showed little sign of slowing. They were on verge of turning aside the Abyss. Shouldn't he be excited? Glad? But those emotions refuse to surface. More than once, his thoughts drift to his ring, the severed piece of a soul that he had so blithely carried with him for so long. Just as often, he thinks with no small amount of worry of the part he'd set for himself in the upcoming battle.
But for now there is nothing to do but wait. Soon, the others will be here, and they'll find out where they stand.