An angel and a mage.

Daichi happened to be in that day, asleep in his room. He usually would stir to the morning rays of light that pierced through the curtains of his room. However, he'd forgotten his room was windowless. The summoner slept in. He stirred to the sound of knocking. Once, twice, three times. He awoke quickly.

"J...Just a second!" He realized he'd slept in. Who could possibly need him now. He rarely had visitations. Especially considering how often he actually was in his quarters now. He rushed to dress, and a minute later reached the door. Dressed in summoner attire. He grasped the handle and pulled the door inwards only to be dumbfounded by who was at his door.

Silence followed, then he spoke his mind.

"...You're...not here because I did something? Right?" Daichi seemed a little overly concerned, it was unusual to see someone like the Judicator on his door step. He quickly composed himself. Stripping the surprise from his face.

A sigh relief emitted from the young summoner. "Very well..." He still felt a burden from Demacia carried within him even now, wounds and death. He kept a surprisingly passive outlook. Death wasn't new to him, physical injury was. "Please...make yourself comfortable." He beckoned her into his plainly furnished room.

When the two entered, he closed the door and activated the silence wards. There would be no eaves dropping. He moved to a wooden chair and sat upon it.

"You woke me up. I hadn't expected company. Forgive me for not being more hospitable. Tell me. What did you need to know about Demacia?"

The Ionian stood and approached a simple desk. Out of one of the drawers he drew a report from it. He kept one on hand for his own personal use, leading the group meant he should create a report for his own reference in the event it was ever needed for the Institute. However, he did have other uses for it that no one else needed to know about except for Hamamoto and his benefactors.

He moved to The Judicator and handed her over it. "You want the fourth page. All of that information is there, ranging from confirmed losses to those estimated to have perished or gone missing." His tone was flat. "Take your time..."

The numbers were simply too large.

"...It's not your fault." He took the documentation from her carefully. "No one is blaming you or will blame you." His eyes fell upon the report. It was all he could offer her. Everyone was hurting over this, save for maybe Noxus. Noxus was prepared so that when they came for the Isles, the Isles would regret their decision. Even so, Daichi felt loss over it. Death on such a scale was never good, senseless. He was reminded of the war. She wasn't present for that either.

"...Do you need a moment? If...you wish I can leave."

"When I was young. Noxus invaded Ionia. There was a lot of death by the hands of Noxus and Zaun. People like Singed and Warwick still walk freely after they committed horrible, horrible deeds. This Institute and most of its champions did nothing to assist Ionia except for those who were directly affiliated with the country." He paused and deposited the document back where it belonged, in his dresser.

"You weren't involved then and were here at the Institute of War. What makes this massacre any different?" Daichi questioned. "You shouldn't blame yourself for what the undead wrought. I'm sorry you weren't there too but there are better things to do than to mope about the past and what cannot be helped."

"Then don't." Daichi said as he strode back to the bed and took a seat upon it, eyes locked upon the Judicator's backside. She turned and matched eyes with him. Considering what had happened, Daichi's expression wasn't so mournful. Perhaps he'd already dealt with the grief or had his closure. Perhaps he simply didn't care enough.

"I don't know what else you'd like me to say to you Kayle. What happened was awful, it hurts us all deeply. I know I'm personally going to have a few emotional and physical scars from this."

She repeated herself before awkwardly sitting herself down in the seat. Daichi played idly with his hands before she spoke up again.

"No. The Shadow Isles have not struck anywhere else and will be hard pressed to. I don't know what's going on with the Void." Daichi paused.

"I can only hope Ionia will be strong enough to withstand an attack like Demacia. The devastation I saw there was horrific. ." Daichi left it at that.