[They used to remind her of Seto in small ways, powerful ways. It's what drew her their way to begin with. They would stand and fight invisible monsters at the whim of a scared girl without a second thought. They had a map by their side to guide their path-a trait she had never seen in another person. They were kind-so kind-and let her reach out to them. Let her hold their hand. Didn't twist the truth into a lie and pretended like she couldn't see what was happening around her.

They stand and fight to save a world because they know it's the right thing to do. They aren't scared of getting hurt and dying and bleeding over rocks because they know. They don't second guess their choices.

People like them don't run away from problems forced on them. They are people who belong to the new, beautiful worlds they helped to create. Surrounded by people who will hug them. Hold their hands. Tell them 'They did it' and 'Good job'.

Drifter is someone that deserved that and more.

But to a girl with limited time with a newfound knowledge they have none left-

She wants to be a little selfish too.]

I'm very glad Drifter is my friend.

[And she reaches her other hand for their free one, wanting to hold both now.]

It was cold, wasn't it?

[To die.]

-In that kind of place. You'll be warm if we stay like this.