[ Well, that definitely makes them give pause (not in step, but in mind) - both to the sudden sound in their ears and then the voice that follows, asking, pleading for help. Though, they don't exactly anticipate to see the owner of such words immediately; it's never quite that easy.

Then the pain causes them to place a hand on their own chest, momentary as it was.

They gaze upon the 'man' they saw before. Oh, some aspects do seem very familiar indeed, even beyond the fact that they have seen him before at the beginning of all this. Thus, they try to reach out with their voice first, to see if it might reach the man; even if he appears younger. ]

"Schwann Oltorain", hm?

So, this is where you are entrapped. In the embodiment of the identity you assumed following that wretched battle. Is that it?

[ The pieces had already been put into place when they heard the sound of the battle. Before they saw "Schwann" again - or rather...Raven. ]

Though, if you do ask me, it sounds like quite a strange name for you.

You couldn't be truly ready to accept it once more, could you?