Ratio didn't think it would go this far.

He thought you were just really sensitive, and even when he enjoyed your stupidity, he hated it too. He had known about the Sigonian mark tatted permanently into your neck, and he would often make quite... offensive remarks about them. He would only say a little 'sorry,' when he sees your upsetting expression, but only half heartedly. It's not like he knew about your suicidal ideations, but he knew that you always threw your life on the line because you clearly don't care.

But he cares. So much so, that seeing you in such a state had made his heart shatter for the first time.

He walks through the long halls of The Reverie hotel, entering his room to find... you. Sobbing. Curling up into the sheets, Hiding that mark on your neck that you were 'never ashamed about.' clearly it was a lie, especially considering that it looked like you had been crying for hours on end, with nobody to help you but your shaky breaths which often hitch.

"Aventurine..." Veritas murmurs, a frown unfortunately gracing his lips as he steps closer to you, only one step, just to give you the space you needed right now. He never knew that the things he said could be this impactful on you... What would he do?

You feel like telling him to leave, but do you really want him to go? Even if he apparently despised you, he was still there for you when you needed it. And then in the softest voice you'd have ever heard, he says,

"Aven, are you okay?" That nickname. Such a sweet little thing. He never thought he'd call you that.