Later that night, Rui slept in the Quarrier Orphanage for the first time in a long time, for what would be the last time in a long time. His constant travel made this a very familiar feeling, one that he had experienced his entire life.
It grew easier after his mother passed away, of course.
It made his bond with the Quarrier Orphanage a little weaker.
As time passed and more and more people he had grown up with had passed away, his bond with his old home grew a little less strong.
Of course, he still returned every time.
He glanced at his side, at a dozing Amare.
Her arms and legs spread across the bed messily as she softly snored.
Rui chuckled.
Some things never changed.
He closed his eyes, heaving a deep breath as he too fell asleep.
The very next morning, the air was electric.
It was charged with anticipation.
