"Pepper," Valdis sighed, "Leaning on others is difficult for me, every time I feel safe enough to do so, they leave." Dante. Wan. Anton. "It hurts."

She closed her eyes, trying to think back to the drawing and not about everyone she had lost.

"The drawings. I don't know." She sighed again, "I don't even know what I was drawing half the time and I haven't looked at any of them since I got my memories back."