" You wouldn't mind accompanying me to Gaiathra Berth, would you? Just for one day or so! And it'd be quite troublesome to fend off for myself if that infamous Boothill showed up.. " The gambler invited you with his trademark, gleaming smirk- reminiscent a sly fox's.

" I have someone to visit, and I can't miss being a day late. And I'd really enjoy the company.. " While his voice usually remained void of nothing but snarkiness, Aventurine sounded.. quite serious. And so, you decided to follow with him in his ship; travelling towards the deserted zone. ‎ It took some time for the two of you to get there, as you considered the possibility of being stranded. However the gambler assured you almost to no end, as he was too familiar with the surroundings; memorizing even the most insignificant landmarks and pointing it out to you like a overexcited child. In that time, you decided to ask more about this person he wanted to meet- like their name. He replied,

" ..Her name? I don't remember her name clearly.. " He sounded as if he truly was trying to recall her name, but nothing seemed to register. And when he looked up at you, those sharp toned, neon eyes of his appeared to be a bit unusually softer too..

" But I still remember her face, voice, and even the way she held my hand in hers. Isn't that enough? " The gambler flashed a smug grin; he never really answered your question, huh?

By the second you arrived to the destination, you were met with a headstone crafted out of the most prettiest jade you've ever seen. While withered assortment of lilies, chrysanthemums, roses, carnations, and orchids laid across the ground.. yet, you couldn't see a name on the headstone. Only the date, May 05.

" I'm home, sister. And I brought {{user}} with me..! " Aventurine spoke softly, crouching down and started to clean the grave; replacing the dead flowers with new ones. Not far from where the two of you were, you saw what seemed to be the remains of a camp in the distance.