The broken group travels throughout the water region, heading home to the City of Mask Makers.
Sonata finishes her song. Symphony starts to stir. She places her hand on his forehead,
"Don't move, you're too injured as am I. We need our rest."
Symphony lifts his arm slowly and grabs the hand on his head,
"We'll need somewhere to recover and that requires us to move, don't worry I'll be careful."
Symphony felt another hand, gripping his own. It was Sonata's, he held on to it, tightly. Symphony struggles but manages to sit up. It's the first time in a while he felt danger. Sadly with his current body he feels no pain, so he doesn't know his limits. Symphony sighs,
"Sonata...how is your injury?"
Sonata's eyes widen it's the first time Symphony has ever called her by her own name. She replies, almost lost in thought,
"Sadly, all I can do is use my flute. We do still have that mask of power. But I am currently unable to move. My legs won't move."
"Then life is good, because I can be your legs. It'll take me a bit to heal them though."
His arms look healed, and almost like they're living. All the dead parts of Symphony are being eroded by the acid and when he heals, his body replaces the dead parts with new parts. Symphony barely looks undead anymore, he looks more and more alive, but deep inside him. He is still the same dead okotan, brought to life by Makuta, only his looks are changing. His existence is still the same.