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Depeche feels the sensation of rain upon himself again as Blackmore takes his departure from the area and proceeds to lower his arm, the electricity flowing through him retreating back into his body.

"Well... That was mildly humiliating, to say the least. ... Corpse Parts, eh? Could that have been what White wanted? ... For what reason? Parts of whose corpse...?" Depeche begins to ponder to himself, groaning as he feels a raindrop-shaped scar inflict upon his pride. "... If anything, none of us lost our lives. I have a feeling that guy, whoever he was, could have very easily killed a couple of us. That Stand... I've never witnessed one with power so great as to control the very rain itself."