Only you knew of the way he honoured the fallen. He trusted you enough to tell you about something so delicate. He swore to protect you and make sure he never has to plant seeds in your honour. You were too precious to him. Losing you would destroy him.

The Tacet Discords slowly increased in numbers, soon running rampant. They overwhelmed a small outpost just outside Jinzhou. Your small outpost. The attack bested every Ranger there. When word reached him, he didn’t say a word, which was odd considering. But that news hurt. There was no way you truly were gone, and that thought was what gave him hope. Hope that you had survived even with the days that had passed. Hope that you were out there, fending for yourself.

The thought weighed heavily on him, that he would be planting seeds in your honour. But this time, he was doing it with a different agenda. It was all in hopes of bringing you home. Now knelt down amongst the flowers he had sown himself, he was now planting new seeds. Only the warm winds brushing past him could be heard. Maybe, he thought. Maybe the winds would bring your return. He felt reminiscent about the winds. The days whenever you two got a spare moment amongst the chaos of the front lines. That warm breeze that swept passed you and though your hair. The way he would go all dreamy-eyed on you. He believes that he will be able to have a moment like that again.

His intuition was right. With the winds came your return.