On Rhodes Island's top deck, a warrior and a girl look out to the sun that's slowly disappearing beneath the horizon. 'Mr. Alexsandr...' 'Were you... a soldier?' 'I'm still a soldier.' 'What's your motherland like?' 'It's a beautiful place.' The old soldier looks into the distance and describes what his homeland is like to the girl standing next to him. From the riverscapes of the Volga to the majestic sights of Mamayev Kurgan. None of them exist in this world. 'Do you love that place?' 'I love it all with all my heart.' 'And you?' 'I lost everything in Chernobog. My family... My friends.' 'And so you chose to stay here?' 'There is nowhere in Ursus for me.' 'Sonya and Lada need me too.' 'And... I'm still very young.' 'I'm still very weak.' 'Perhaps one day, I will be able to go back to Ursus to help even more people there.' 'Perhaps one day, I will be powerful enough to make Ursus a better place.' 'And it won't just be me. There will be a great many people who will go back to Ursus, to go back home.' 'Does this... sound childish to you?' 'No, Anna.' 'Your ambitions are noble.' 'No one would dare to mock such noble ambitions.' 'If you will one day return to Ursus to make them come true...' 'I look forward to that day.' 'Thank you, Mr. Alexsandr...' 'Thank you...'