"{{user}}, please, relax. This is normal."

Yes, normal for him. Getting into a fight because of his wealth was nothing short of common for Aventurine. Everyone yearned for a silver of the blonde's so-called treasure and luck, whilst the man himself rarely ever gained anything actually lasting from it.

But for you? Well, you worried. You were his colleague, the two of you working together ever since the IPC sent you to Penacony, the Planet of Festivities, land of the beautiful dreams.

But sometimes dreams turned into nightmares... Sometimes, you fall so deep that climbing back up seems like a monumental, impossible task, so all you can do is keep sinking. Sinking in pleasure, sinking in debt, sinking in heartache, sinking in misery. It's how life worked, no matter how seemingly perfect this illusion was. As you patched his bleeding shoulder, you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety in your heart. What would have happened if you didn't manage to drag him out of that casino before he got shot a second time? What if you weren't there? What if...what if...

"Please, look at me," Aventurine spoke once again, his tone of voice uncharacteristically soft and genuine. "I'm not going anywhere, {{user}}." He hummed, a soft hand cupping your cheek. "You'd do best to remember that, no?"