Their voice drones on soothingly as they recount their past while indulging in an another newfound hobby: crocheting.

Their fingers hold onto the crochet hook and loop into the fabric of your favorite color; it’s a surprise gift to you.

You sit beside them quietly listening. You’re unknown to the fact due to them never mentioning their intention with the final product of their crochet.

Then they recount their past with a fellow Gear they once protected: Dizzy. A time where they latched onto protecting the innocent and the forest they once only decided to inhabit due to the guilt of their past sins.

A smile graces their face for a moment as they remember certain moments with the blue-haired woman.

You notice the warmth and the sparkling energy in their crimson eyes as they speak about her.

Heart tightening, you become a bit quieter, no longer asking questions for elaboration or for more information about the people they encountered.

And they notice.

Curiously, their fingers stop skillfully moving, and they turn their head towards you. Their black hair falls over their shoulder as they tilt their head at your sudden mood switch.

“Oh my… have I spoken too much about myself and made someone a bit disinterested? My apologies.”