Anna and Destiny happen to see a town destroyed during their travels. D2s are awakening everywhere and attacking various towns and people, reverting the world back to four years ago, before Sagan's Declaration. As the threat from the D2s grew, Takt was obsessing over something. With a blank staff notation in front of him, Takt plays an imaginary keyboard as he desperately tries to create something.
Are you tryin' to tell me that our 
bullets ain't worth dog piss?
هل يُعقل أنّ الرّصاص اللّعين لا يؤثّر البتّة؟
Unsere Kugeln machen ihm
weniger aus als Hundepisse?!
Quindi i nostri proiettili 
sono utili quanto piscio di cane?!
Está dizendo que nossas balas
são piores que mijo de cachorro?
Для тебя наши пули что собачья моча?!