Moonsong Glacier the wayward weeping voices that you will hear

And his thoughts were proven right when silence dwindled. He may have garnered their attention for only the briefest of moments but true to the fashion he was becoming so steadily familiar with, none of Charon's children paused for more than a second. Had his ears been more keen, perhaps he would have heard emotions come back to a rolling boil. Instead it was an eruption of three separate categories, one after the other, and at least one that he did not escape the purview of entirely.

Yami's churlish gestures did little to change his expression if they did at all—he was well aware that he was of little consequence to any of them. Arcturus seemed only to humor him in so far as to acknowledge him before he made a swift exit. That seemed to be all it took for the rest of the scene to draw to a close as the wayward girl took her own hasty leave and then Revui to stalk after his brother. Which left Dirge on the ice alone with very much the same expression he had retained over the span of fleeting moments.

He considered for a moment following her but thought better of it—the lads were hopefully headed back towards the mountain and he thought it best that he did as well. There was enough chaos for one day already done, hardly any need to try and see what else could have been stirred up, or try and reason while tempers and other assorted emotions flared. So he too left the glacier, following in the trail forged by the Ostrega yearlings.