A treasure trove beneath I'd missed. The opprotunity I should have taken. If I knew to dig I probably would've been bathed in gold, or "praise", but the crowd got me distracted. Something was wrong and I couldn't shake the feeling, I clung onto photos of them to make sure I wouldn't miss their faces. It felt like in this moment I was seperated from the others, something split apart and a balance was lost. My mind was scattered across every neumata I'd met, my pink stood out like a sore thumb in the orange light and they turned an eye. So it's no wonder Grimalkin intercepted them when he did.