It had been a year or so since what happened at Sekoto Peak. You'd gotten pretty pissed over how quickly it blew over. How quickly everyone moved on. Even Natsuo, who was probably closer to Touya than anyone there, had stopped crying over it within a couple of months. You couldn't fathom the idea. The memory of your father telling you so coldly that Touya was dead and was not coming back haunted your dreams. The call from your father broke you out of your thoughts, Though. Best go see.