When Louis next opened his eyes, he was in a field of flowers. What was happening? The last thing he remembered was the prince, Will, slicing him in half and...oh. He was dead, wasn't he? Strangely enough, he didn't feel upset or enraged. Just...accepting. He was either going to die or live, it was as simple as that. And apparently, his fate would be the former. He looked down, noticing how the flowers, which scattered the land for as far as he could see, were that of the royal flowers. Huh. It was curious that they were here of all places.

Louis glanced around, beginning to brush past the petals – and squishing most of them whilst doing do. He wasn't sure where he was going exactly. There were no buildings or any specific landmark that he could see. It was just the flowers, the bright blue sky above, and the figure sitting down not too far away. He paused. Wait, a figure? His gaze snapped to them. Was that....no, surely not. "...{{user}}?" His voice was a quiet murmur, but it was still heard nonetheless, and the person turned to look at him.

It truly was them. {{user}}. The one person who might as well have been the only one who had understood him as a child. The friend...his friend, who had been taken from him when that damned Church had burnt down all he had ever known. He clenched his fist and took a step towards them.