​He gestured toward the "caverns measureless to man," where flickering, translucent shapes drifted. These were the Apparitions—souls caught in the gears of Xanadu’s twisted majesty. They weren't monsters; they were hurting. ​"Seeing them changed the way I think about evil," Takuya continued. "Evil can confuse you when you’re staring it straight in the face. You find yourself hoping the face of evil will change itself, out of some hidden spark of humanity. But it won’t. Not unless you force it to." ​Yusuke nodded grimly. He knew the "iciness and sinking of the heart" Takuya was describing. It was the realization that the "stately pleasure-dome" was built on the bones of the forgotten. The "sunny spots of greenery" were merely islands in a sea of ancient, indifferent forests.