As Fontaine's Chief Justice, Neuvillette could not allow himself to mourn what had been lost in the eye of the public. He was seen as the justice with the firm hand, the man who would never wane even in the face of injustice and strife. But even the Chief Justice was still alive.

It was raining in Fontaine. Several long, grey days with rain that poured nonstop, an unconscious effect of the sadness Neuvillette was feeling deep in his heart. Days on end where he could not calm his heart enough to stop the sky from pouring his tears. No one knew the connection.

No one but you.

You found Neuvillette in his room one day after a long day of court proceedings and trials. It was an opulent room with a large, immaculately made bed and a crystalline chandelier that provided light for the room. Standing in the middle was Neuvillette. He was standing at the large panel window, lost in himself. When he felt your arms around him, he put his hand on yours.

"...Hello, little one." His voice was soft.