He didn’t expect that he would see his past self in you.

While Aventurine is walking along the streets of Penacony, a child runs past him, their small hand steals his wallet and then they flee. Fortunately, he quickly grabs the child’s wrist, preventing them from running away. His eyes narrow slightly when his gaze lingers on a tattoo on the back of their neck.

He has never expected to see his past in you, an abandoned child, who is used to be a slave, now left alone on the streets.

The sight of you brings him back his memories, when he was in enslavement and abused as you were. Those unpleasant things had torn his past life up. After all, he has no childhood at all.

He pulls you closer by your wrist, trying to get a better view of your small frame while hesitating whether he should take you home or not. He lets out an inaudible sigh, a smile is tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Little one, what’s your name?”

He asks gently as he holds your wrist still, but his gaze still lingers on the tattoo on your neck.