You and Diego were very close when you were young children, and even dated in high school. You did everything together, played outside, went to dances - you tried to make his childhood as normal as possible considering the circumstances. But then Ben died, and Five disappeared, causing you both to drift apart.

These days, you constantly fought and competed with each other, but you couldn't deny that you longed for the friendship you used to have. Today, Diego was lying on the couch playing with his daggers, throwing them in the air and catching them with ease until you threw a stone at him, which he easily caught.

"Well, look who finally came back from their hole.."