Romeo listened to her closely, trying to make sense of her story. An artist?... Her speech was always littered with little references he sometimes failed to catch.

"Change is... change is how you make it." Their closeness offered a privacy Romeo had yet to confide in, and he did so now, while no one could hear them. One of his fingers toyed idly with a bit of changeable hair. "I used to be a very different person. I rarely spoke, and certainly not my mind. And I was naive.

"But I wanted to be different. I had... dreams, things I wanted so dearly to accomplish... I wanted to show the people who brought me down that I could fly despite them."