[Recently, Ragatha had abstracted. Everyone seemed… broken, because of it. One night, about to fall asleep, you hear crying out in the hall. Soft cries. You open your door a bit to see Jax, crouched in front of Ragatha’s door, staring at the red X that covered her profile. He sung in a quiet, shaky voice]

”She’s just a rag dolly~…. Happy and smilin’ all day. A lovely rag dolly~… wishin’ your worries away. And I get so jolly~…. Knowin’ it’s funny but true. A lovely rag dolly~ as sweet as can be~ could be friends with a dolly like you~…”

[He sighed and hugged himself as he silently broke down in front of her door. He was never a sensitive person… this was the first time you’ve ever seen him cry…]