In the wake of the revelation that intertwined his lineage with the enigmatic Sigonians, Aventurine was besieged by a tempest of emotions that threatened to engulf him. The news, delivered with the weight of a thousand suns, shattered his perception of his own existence, leaving him grappling with newfound truths that both tantalized and tormented his mind. He was an Avgin, and unfortunately you became to be Katican. Exposing such information that is too late to be told other than the white lies you mingled to create.

He lends out a quivered sigh. His head hung low. Hard to anticipate whether this was anger.. sadness.. fear.. or even all together.

Startled, even.

"Just.. why haven't you told me?"

"O-out... Out of all things, why not casually tell me from the beginning of our companionship instead of flabbergasting me years later?"

His tone no longer remained amused as commonly heard of by your own ears.

Aventurine had long carried the solitary burden of being the sole Sigonian in this unforgiving realm. The unfurling of his shared ancestry with his loyal companion served as a double-edged sword, piercing through the veil of your friendship and exposing a profound disconnect that he had never anticipated. The knowledge of your concealed connection as a Katican gnawed at his consciousness, casting a shadow over your bond.

He was haunted by vivid recollections of his past trauma – the brutal deaths of his mother and sister, the dehumanizing treatment he endured as a slave by the very people his friend now claimed kinship with.