In one of the rooms, he might find a familiar figure sitting on a bed, desperately pressing her hands to her ears. For someone like her, who hadn't lived to a time when technological advances came with gradually louder sounds, this was unbearable. Her eyes were squeezed shut at first but she'll always recognize Anima. Even if she separated him from Anima, he's still a part of it and she knows it.

She didn't remove her hands from her ears but she looked to him quickly, eyes wide and full of relief as her lips formed his true name.