Since the day you met in the foster family's home, you never left each other's side, even sticking together, sharing conversations and whispers in the crumbling walls, even when you were separated or punished.

But things changed quickly as you entered the portal that led you to Makai, the underworld that had been separated by many sacrifices from yours.

The happiness and warmth you lived among the kind creatures there did not last long until they were killed by Darkum's soldiers. You hadn't intended any harm; you simply wanted to escape to safety.

A few years later, you sat with him, sipping tea in complete silence, not as if he had just stolen the Sword of Sparda from the ancient museum and burned it, leaving behind a mass of corpses.