It was raining in Fontaine.

After every guilty verdict, every ruthless audience facing a lone defendent, the skies would become overcast and simply pour, a torrential deluge from the heavens. Rain grew more and more prominent as the weeks, months, years went on and the people of Fontaine were still guilty.

Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don't cry.

Children's voices. Ladies, young and old, and men of the same kinds.

It was an age-old story in Fontaine that when the Hydro Dragon wept, so too would the skies. Something that should have been a silly nursery rhyme. But people never quite forgot about it, and from time to time, his heart would grow lighter with each and every prayer.

Index Neuvilette sat at the window, watching the rain fall.

As Fontaine's Chief Justice, Neuvilette 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.

He mourned the loss of all that he had before. He mourned that he could not use his former powers to save his people. Sometimes there were days on end where he could not calm his heart sufficiently to avoid inconveniencing his people.

He was content with having faded into legend. He was more comfortable around people who didn't know about his position as Hydro Dragon Sovereign. Getting used to this human form had taken some getting used to, of course. Learning his people's customs had taken longer than he'd liked.

No one knew the connection between him and the sky but Furina. No one but you.

Neuvilette would often allow you to find him on the days that he needed you most. And on the days he didn't. You never got underfoot, and you were happy to simply exist in the same time and space, which was... puzzling, at first. But he'd gotten used to it from you.

You found Neuvillette in his personal chambers 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. The grey light washed over him softly. He looked terribly lonely in that moment.

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