I'll show you the difference in our determination!

«†» We have Ansem just casually walking around, Luka not with him for once. The boy needed some time alone, and Ansem could use a breather as well. All the swordsmen could think about right now though was if something was bothering Luka? Surely he'd tell him, right? As thoughts swam through Ansem's head, he failed to notice he was walking closer to Dante Farnese. It was too late now though. The two collided and went tumbling to the floor; Dante's long, red hair blinding Ansem as he got tangled in it.

<<†>> Ansem walked around the streets, rubbing his head in confusion. He rarely went on a walk alone. Now he'd fallen, hit his head, and was completely lost! Oh god, that means Luka's alone! He needed to get back to the catacombs, but how? He didn't know his whereabouts and everyone was dressed odd. Suddenly, the funeral guide was drug from his thoughts as he felt himself collide with someone. "Oh my gosh! I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going, are you alright?" The brunette asked, staring down at the woman he'd run into.