W-Where… where am I? This… this is my house…?
Aoshi slowly opens his eyes — his head pounding, his vision still blurred. He's lying on his futon, no longer in his blood-soaked clothes, but in his pajamas.
"Forgive my lack of tact, boy. I should've handled things more discreetly, to spare you the trauma… but I got carried away. My fault."
Raelor's voice snaps Aoshi out of his daze.
"What happened? Where's Eliss? Why am I clean and in my futon? Why are you in my house? You're not here to kill me, are you? Tell me you're not!"
