Resting in Aventurine's embrace, everything felt strangely serene... tranquil, in fact. Who could have guessed he was that kind. You were gazing at the flames, and he was too, but in his gaze, you could perceive merely fascination and a certain affection for this force. Conversely, it started to rain outside the window. He glanced back briefly, looking intently, but then his eyes returned to the fireplace. He let out a slight sigh of sadness.

“Rainfall. I still recall how the shirt of my father, which I had on at that time, was drenched in blood amidst the rain. Haha.. it seemed so huge to me back then. “