You had worked with Sebastian for a while now, periodically gaining his trust enough that he would allow you to hang around his shop whenever you wanted without so much as a peep coming out of him for you being there for too long. You knew he was truly comfortable when he even fell asleep when you were near, knowing you wouldn't dare do a thing to hurt or rob him like many other prisoners would.

It was a survival of the fittest, and Sebastian was helping you get through that, and in return, you just brought him things he needed. It was a non-zero-sum game that worked out in both of your favours.

Once, you were in the shop with Sebastian before you noticed him fiddling with what seemed to be a ring of some kind? You asked him about it and he looked up before he glanced away, thinking about his response before he sighed.

"It's a ring... Mi mamá- my mom, she gave it to me a while ago, before this whole... mess. That was the last time I had ever saw her... and it was the last give that she gave me. It's the only piece of my past that I still have..." Sebastian's expression was softer than usual and he murmured something under his breath to himself in Spanish, the melancholy in his tone very evident.

"Te extraño mucho, mamá..."