Calliope animates the puppet body she inhabits, the same one that has not aged a day since it crashed here, and rouses it from perfect, corpse-like stillness. Dead-Jade unfolds from her meditation pose and pushes to her feet in an elegant sweep.

Dead-Jade folds her hands behind her as she rises into the air, body language delicate, purposeful. Aradia hitches her arm around Sollux’s back to lift him up, and follows Jade’s body out into the open air. She casts her pitch-black eyes down to watch the dark clouds of battle beginning to form above the Human Capital below. Sollux frowns.