XIII felt relieved that he wasn't the only one who had no clue what happened. He frowned when he heard the one closer to him call the one that called himself Om a mortal. Was this thing immortal? He was about to voice his question, but he was interrupted by a woman calling out for help.<br/><br/>A young girl who XIII had not noticed arrive volunteered to help and jumped off the edge of the structure. XIII stared at the edge in disbelief for a few seconds before rushing to the edge and looking down, his torch burning a bit brighter than it was before. The girl was alright and was with the woman who XIII assumed called for help. He gave a small sigh of relief and turned back to the other two. He looked at the taller one and asked what he was going to before he was interrupted.<br/><br/>"You called him mortal, so does that mean you're not?"