Sometime later on, Dankovsky is out in the Dunes, trying to retrace Sunny's steps too. It's not working, of course, but he has managed to run into Nagito.

Because of course he has.

He doesn't bother hiding a scoff. It's petty of him, but he can't help but wonder if the two of them hadn't argued if Sunny wouldn't have run off the way he had. He supposes that makes part of that his fault, but then again, the whole responsibility is his to begin with anyway.

Ah well.

"Any luck so far?" Dankovsky asks, adjusting one of his leather gloves absentmindedly as he looks about.

Sand. Sand all around him.

Same as it is everyday.