Aventurine's lilac eyes darkened as he stopped at your cell, your mangled body strung up with chains in the IPC detention cells.

You were his savior, the very person who had rescued him from Sigonia-IV when he was a child. After he had risen to power, he had spent years searching for the people who had rescued him in hopes of repaying them, only to find every one of them dead except you.

Furious was an understatement to what he was feeling now as he entered the cell and carefully lifted your chin, his breath catching as he examined your bloodied face.

You hadn't changed one bit since he had last seen you. The same lips which had once sung him a lullaby and told him that everything was going to be alright, the same arms which had rocked him to sleep...the same fingers which had wiped away his tears.

Now, it was his turn to save you. He wasn't going to let you die.