[Tartaglia watches the small little ceremony of the wreath disappearing, letting out a quiet sigh through his nose once it completely vanishes out of sight.]

Yes, it seems so. I don't see any trace of it left whatsoever. Now that just leaves all the other ones, waiting for their own turns to depart this world...

[He says as he looks up into the sky. Due to his winter powers, he can see all the spirits around them, smiling at one that floats down that he lets settle into his open palm before it dances around his finger and floats off again.]

You can't see them, can you Ayaka? All the spirits here at the festival.