He’d heard Ventus think of moving to the Keyblade Graveyard. Moving
away from him, from their home. The very notion of such a thing happening
frightened the raven in a way he couldn’t even begin to describe. Life
without Ventus… there wouldn’t be a point to it anymore. He wouldn’t have
a reason to exist anymore.
He couldn’t let that happen.
Quickly, the raven moved to find Ventus and once he had, arms locked
themselves around his fiance, keeping him close as the raven fought to
keep himself from breaking down in front of him.