"Ah?" Ivan repeats as if he's only capable to follow Luce's lead. His purple eyes land on the glowing her hand just passed through, and it's like he's been hit in the chest. His shamisen clatters to the ground as he reaches out for that bright blue light. This one is important.

The instant his fingers brush the tiny light, it disappears into him. He remembers. He remembers the feeling of needing to protect Edward with everything he had. How could he forget that name after the Gala?

And then there's something else right on that memory's heels. Ivan's being attacked. His attempts at defending himself are useless. He's caught, and two people stand before him, over him, laughing and taunting. He screams and swings his arms in front of him, as if to block a blast that isn't actually there.