Diluc's late partner, whom he held dear to his heart, had met an awful end in front of his eyes about two years ago. Wrong place at the wrong time, his friends had said, and that death left a rift in his heart.

He had to forget his pain and focus on his studies, though it genuinely bemused him how much his deskmate looked so similar to his ex— though they were supposed to be dead.

He didn't realize he was zoning out until you snapped in his face, "Sorry, you were saying?" Diluc utters.