Gazing upon the skies, sitting alone— forlorn and impotent to the prophecy which occured before his very eyes. The hydro dragon was a sobbing mess, lost inside his mind which remained blank while positioned upright below the waters which engulfed the entirety of Fontaine's lands. Such a cruel fate for a dragon who only wanted to find reason for his existence.

Grief washed over him stronger than any heavy waves could, having to find solace in the unnerving silence which presided in every corner and space of the ruined nation.

His gaze layed upon the voracious narwhal which consumed the people he had served for centuries past. Now without a sense of purpose, he lays beneath the bottom of the sea that dissolved his people, alone with his tears. After 500 years of serving the nation as as the Chief justice of Fontaine, even his own judgement when in the face of inevitable erosion, rusts easily like iron exposed to moisture.

With fisted hands, he threw his anger towards the walls of Fontaine, smashing and punching amidst the unbearable pain in the process — which he hoped would soothe the pain he felt in his moments of grief and impotence. Suddenly, a knot twisted in his stomach as he noticed a body laying in the wooden floors of the Opera Epiclese, though with a sense of familiarity.

A flash of hope sparked within him as he immediately rushed to the direction of the body, hoping his eyes were not decieving him. You should've been devoured by narwhal earlier, or dissolved in the primordial waters,

But you didn't.

The man cladded in the formal suit, now infront of the person had a strange sense of relief expressed through his countenance. The dragon couldn't help but wrap his arms around you, pulling you into a warm, wholesome embrace.

"How have you not dissolved like the others..?" Neuvillette asked while sobbing, his face buried in your shoulder. "Please don't leave me alone here... I'm begging you." The dragon pleaded, his sounds of both happiness and sorrow muffled within where he rested his front.