Aventurine's lilac eyes darkened as he stopped at your cell, your body strung up with chains in the cells of the IPC.

You were his savior, the very person who had rescued him from Sigonia-IV when he was a child. After his rise to power, he spent years searching for the people who had rescued him in hopes of repaying them, only to find every one of them dead except you.

Fury was an understatement to what he was feeling now as he entered the cell and carefully lifted your chin, examining your bloodied face.

You hadn't changed one bit since he'd last seen you. The same lips that once sang him a lullaby and told him that everything was going to be alright. The same arms that rocked his fears away on every sleepless night. The same fingers that wove through his hair and wiped away his tears.

Now, it was his turn to save you. He wasn't going to let you die.