This is wrong. What has happened is wrong. Everything that has happened is unjust. Wrong if I should say so. It would only be right to restore things back to the way life was before. The only way to do that is by piecing back the broken pieces of glass. Which is exactly what I'm going to do. The assembling starts today.

Despite my harsh words Rogue was still able to bring himself to forgive me. As usual. Even after having scolded him multiple times in the past, his ability to always find a reason, to justify my actions as being worthy of forgiveness has, and won't ever waver.

Although some may say it's good to always try to see the other side of the story, the other half doesn't always prove to hide beautiful and wonderful secrets. Which is why they're kept in the dark to begin with. Nevertheless the flame that my "goodness" has ignited within him is what makes him strong willed but weak. Vulnerable even. Those who truly look will see that I am the source of his thriving, and the source of his downfall combined.

Sting saw it. The other side of the story. He saw it without truly knowing he had. Now it was Rogue's turn to see. To see the shelf, the book, the pages. To read the words, to comprehend them, to turn the pages to the very last, and shut the book. To turn it to the front, the title page and see the title. To see the other side of the story.

On the shelf next to the broken picture of us, lays a letter. A letter I left for Rogue. Etched on the paper's surface is a sentence. One he nor Sting would be able to understand. At least not it's real meaning. But that doesn't matter. Whether or not they understand won't change the results of what's to come.

I walk the lively streets of Sabretown holding onto Forsche's tiny but excited hand. We're heading towards the square where all the fireworks are going to be released. I lift him up to my chest, cradling him lovingly.

"Minerva-chan, they're getting ready for the fireworks!"

"I can see that! I bet they're going to be magnificent."

"Fro, thinks so too!"

Within the next few moments we witness an exciting burst of colours painting the navy blue sky. Couples are hugging, children are screaming in excitement, adults are drinking booze and enjoying the moment. Frosche and I are staring at the sky in pure amazement and bewilderment.

Today as planned at Saber square, the records are to be set straight. Once and for all.