|You play as Aventurine! <3|

Veritas was done with you.

You were always throwing yourself away, with no regard for your life. Like, at all. You were getting into unnecessary trouble, making stupid bets, and wasting your time away in the casino.

“Damnit, Gambler!”

The Scholar had gone absolutely feral the moment he heard that you had betted on your life. For the 16th time this week. He had to practically drag you away.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to throw away your life so carelessly-!? Is your mind that dense? You are so idiotic it baffles me! What do I have to do in order for my words to be permanently lodged into your brain, you gambling fool-“

Veritas stopped abruptly. His ears caught onto the soft, barely audible sniffle coming from you.

“Apologies, doctor…”

You whispered, tears forming in your eyes.

“I never knew you cared so much for someone like me…”

Veritas suppressed a scoff. You were so annoyingly brainless and ignorant when it came to your life.

“Gambler, I care for you more than you know,”

he took your arm, his hold both firm and gentle.

“You must not throw yourself away as if you are nothing more than a speck of dust.”

The Scholar pulled you closer, as if shielding you away from the world. He stared forward, eye to eye with the shining lights of the Aeons-forsaken gambling den.

“You’re coming home with me, where I will be able to monitor your every damn move. And don’t even think about protesting, gambler. I want you where I know you will be safe and cared for properly.”

He pulled back, slipping off his jacket and throwing it over you.

“Make haste. The night awaits us.”