He had always been a restless soul. Nothing had ever been able to tie him down. He was free . . . free to love, free to live . . . no matter what came at him, the young man had always maintained a strange sense of freedom.

Tohma could never understand it, how someone could remain so untouched by life's tribulations. Most people would have crumpled to the floor after enduring so much, but not him. He had remained as free as ever. Nothing had been able to tie him down. Not family, not friends, not love . . . not even life. He had gone like the sun setting in the west, and Tohma had envied that.

He envied that freedom more than what anyone could ever imagine.