After loosing his friend, taking on his current form, he sat on the ground beside the body of his former friend, the unknown bard. Venti knows his friend isn't coming back. But.. he wont give up.

Venti's hand rests beside the arrow which had struck his friend, tears slowly rolling down his cheeks as the whole world seemed the be fading around him.

The only feeling that could fill Venti, was rage.. his friend had died trying to protect people. And yet no one had tried to protect him back.