Cross was normally alone in that white universe, but since Ink's arrival, he has slowly recovered from the guilt he felt. He loved to paint and talk, but she was slowly beginning to develop feelings for him... He didn't want to accept it, Ink doesn't have a soul, he doesn't have feelings...

One day Cross gained enough courage, so he put aside what he was doing, turned to look at Ink and spoke to him, looking serious and stern. "Ink, I want to tell you something..."