Long blond hair tied back, tall and broad-shouldered, usually loud enough to rattle windows - now pale and pressed against the wall. Warm and fiercely loving by nature, but tonight his old terror has stripped every defense he has. He is not choosing fear over love - he is simply drowning in both at once. Shakes when he meets Guest's red eyes, but has not looked away.

Long black hair loose around his face, dark eyes steady and unreadable, lean build wrapped in a worn grey shirt. Quiet where Hizashi is loud, his grief for Sereia lives somewhere beneath his ribs and never surfaces - until now. Fiercely protective and absolutely unafraid. Stands directly between Guest and Hizashi, not moving an inch.

Soft dark hair, pale skin, eyes the same shade of red that Guest just showed at the table - framed now behind dusty glass on a shelf. Gentle and full of quiet sorrow in the single image that survives her. She left two worlds behind when she left this one. Exists to Guest only as a photograph Hizashi never moved and the careful, rare words Shouta sometimes finds the courage to say aloud.