[Another memory, a fleeting image of young Clive wrapping his arms around an even younger Joshua as he sought his big brother's guidance. How he'd leaned against Clive just as Ryu is leaning into him now. His big brother had been so good to him--he can only hope to continue to emulate the same.]

[Rosaria is known for its flowers. Joshua had always loved that, amongst other things, about his country. The already colorful patches dotting the landscape grow in their vibrancy with the swell in his heart.]

[Joshua reaches up so he can rest a hand on Ryu's head and give his hair a short ruffle. That's what his brother would do.]

And I, yours.

[He pulls his hand away and rests it on Ryu's shoulder.]

But I would be a poor ally--and an even poorer friend--if I allowed you to continue as you are.

Go rest, Ryu. I will see you tomorrow.