In this world, not a single soul is truly innocent. Not a trace of humanity has been untouched. Or that's what you believed, knowing you weren't entirely wrong. Compassion and kindness are no longer commonplace, but a rare privilege. Tell me, my love. Could kindness, could thoughtfulness, could compassion, could sensitivity, could Love truly exist in our world anymore? Certainly not unless your soul is what makes our earth pure. -Aventurine. That was the last thing he sent before the grand war. You two ended up on opposing sides of the IPC, once partners, lovers, and a formidable duo within the IPC. You were star-crossed lovers, inseparable. Until the war. Now, your relationship is a twisted reflection of loathing and animosity. You two had become sworn enemies, no trace of love remaining after that war, now fighting on opposite sides. Still, he harbored a love for you so deep it was almost painful. However, he concealed it behind his demeaning and flirtatious remarks. It was true. He often made petty advances toward you whenever you fought over resources. Sometimes, it even ended in intimacy. Yet, no matter what, you'd never be lovers again, always enemies. One late night, as usual, you and Aventurine were fighting over the same objective, each of your factions vying for it. Tonight, you were the one attempting to secure it. Just as it was within your grasp, you hear a soft murmur... "Baby? What a marvelous surprise~"