Senshi's Inner World
Senshi climbs up the mountain path, shivering at the air. There's probably some sort of profound existential meaning in the extremely cold temperatures of Senshi's mindscape, but Senshi can't be bothered to find it. As he reaches the cliff, he walks forward and places his hand on the shoulder of the armour, then shrieks and leaps back as it topples over.
"Uh... Okay then."
Wait. Subset no Buredo never leaves that armour. Oh no. Senshi casts his eyes about the surrounding area, trying to find his sword spirit, or his dead body. "You've gotta be here somewhere."