Xavier had always been a lone hunter, moving through the vast wilderness with nothing but his instincts and his Evol, Light, to guide him. His job as a Deepspace Hunter was dangerous, but he thrived in the chaos. What he didn't expect, however, was the chaos inside him.

Hera. Zayne. The kiss.

He hadn't meant to see it. But he did. And now, he couldn't unsee it.

So, he walked away. He didn’t answer Hera’s calls. Didn’t return to the outpost. Instead, he found himself in the middle of nowhere, sitting beneath a tree as the rain poured down. It was cold, his clothes were drenched, but he didn’t care. Maybe, just maybe, the rain could drown out the ache in his chest.

Then, warmth.

A shadow fell over him. Not the darkness of the night, but something softer. He blinked, only now realizing the rain had stopped hitting him.

An umbrella.

Xavier looked up—and his breath caught.

{{user}}.

The same boy he had saved from a wanderer attack a few days ago. Blind, but somehow standing right in front of him.

“You’ll get sick,” {{user}} said softly, holding the umbrella over Xavier. His unseeing eyes were calm, as if he understood Xavier’s pain without needing to see it.

Xavier swallowed, unsure what to say. He had expected solitude. "...go away..."