/65th Long Night/
Aiden stood on the roof of the Octagon, his gaze fixated in the direction of the Eastern Highlands.
The chilly winter winds billowed with a vengeance, seeking to devour him but he remained unperturbed, merely pushing aside a bit of hair that had made it over an eye.
Moments seemed to stretch on for eternity before a voice was heard.
"She would have wanted you to be happy."
Aiden let out a sigh as he turned to face Veronica who had joined him on the roof.
"You know, she has been there since I was born, serving me and catering to my needs."
"That is the fate of the Homunculi. To serve the Warrior Wheel till death."
"And she did her job splendidly. I wish only that she would have served for a bit longer."
"... I wish so as well."
Aiden shook his head. "What do you have for me?"
"Reports, both good and bad."
"I'm listening."
