Three years ago....

"Hey, Blitz?"

Caliste didn't really work for her mom's company. But she did hang out and visit from time to time. Mostly just to get to know the people her mother worked with.

And she had a great relationship with her boss. He wasn't too strict. He wasn't badly tempered. As much as the habit he suddenly gotten out of spying on her mother and her new boyfriend was annoying, he was actually a great guy to hang out with.

Caliste had many layers of personality. She was kind. Sweet. Compassionate. But at the same time, she also had a bubbly personality. Stemming from the ADHD she was once diagnosed with when she was twelve.

One of the things she noticed about her mom's boss was the massive white spots across his body, noticably the scar that crossed over one of his eyes.

She was fascinated. So one day, she decided to ask out of curiosity. The imp was doodling pictures of horses on his desk in his office when she came up to him.

"I wanted to ask about your scars."

She failed to notice how Blitzo stiffened up. "I think they're really awesome. Clearly, you must've done something really badass to get scars that big."

Blitzo spaced out. He was frozen in space. His mind went blank as he recalled..... the incident.

.....

Blitzo shouldn't have been reckless. He should've watched where he was going. Everything would've been fine otherwise.

It was the birthday of his best friend, Fizzarolli. Once again, he was in the spotlight. All eyes were on him. But it was his birthday after all, so he shouldn't blame him.

Still, seeing him with his father. Seeing him get praised by that man. It honestly made his blood boil.

Not wanting to see anymore. Blitzo just stormed away....that was his mistake.

He bumped into an imp. One that carries an enormous cake full of candles, once the cake hit the part of the tent, that was when shit spiralled out of control.

Before he knew it....flames were around him. One fired a nasty mark on his face.

Screams echoed across his ears. He couldn't believe what was happening. The next thing he saw was Fizz.

His skin all scarred in the flames. His melting hand was reaching out for him. At the same time, Blitzo heard his mother scream.

....He didn't know what to do.

.....

"Blitz?"

At this time, Caliste took notice of the imp's frozen state. She grasped his hand gently which snapped out of it as he looked at her.

"....I'm sorry," she pulled her hand away, worry written across her face. "I'll.... I'll leave you alone."

And with that, she slowly walked out the door.

.....

"I am so fucking stupid..." Caliste ran her hand through her hair. "That was so insensitive...."

"Don't beat yourself over too much sweetie," her mother said as she placed a plate of their dinner.

Once again, Moxxie had helped cooked dinner. It was some pork with a side of mashed potatoes and corn.

With how long Moxxie was constantly at their apartment, it was almost like he basically moved in. Even though that wasn't the case. Caliste didn't mind though.

She loved Moxxie's company after all.

"I'm sure Blitz knows you didn't mean to upset him," Millie said as she sat in her chair with her own plate. "He already knows you well enough to know that you would never hurt his feelings."

"I know....but when I asked about his scars, I thought he had them because of something really cool," Caliste took a bite of her pork. "Like, he got them while facing against a mob, or he got in a gruesome fight with someone in Wrath."

"A mob?" Moxxie flinched a bit. Not only had he helped cooked dinner, but he was eating with the family after all.

"Well, Mom did say he used to live in Greed, and there are a lot of gangs and mob families there," Caliste shrugged.

Then she looked at Moxxie for a moment. "Did Blitz ever tell you how he got his scars, Moxxie?"

Moxxie grasped his arm as he looked away sheepishly. "I never really dared to ask. I don't think it's that concerning."

Caliste sighed. "Maybe it really isn't any of my business."

"Let's not worry about that," Millie tried to shine some light. "Just eat your dinner. I'm sure everything is fine."

.....

"Hey, Blitz, I wanted to apologize..."

Caliste decided she owed Blitzo an apology. She felt so insensitive when she asked her mother's boss about something so personal, and decided that perhaps she needed to say sorry.

"I realized that maybe asking about your scars was a tad too personal. From what I can see, it's probably something unpleasant."

Blitzo leaned his head onto his desk. "Don't beat yourself up over it. You couldn't possibly have known."

"Well, it was still insensitive," Caliste frowned. "And I thought I needed to formally apologize. Besides, like I said, the story behind your scars is probably very personal and something unpleasant to talk about. So I won't pry. You can only tell me if you feel comfortable."

She then added. "But I also wanna make it up to you by doing something together. What do you say we try riding some horses?"

Blitzo's head suddenly sped back up. He looked at her with wide eyes. "Did you say riding horses?"

"Yeah," Caliste nodded. "I just got my allowance. We can go down to Wrath and ride horses together. I can afford a few riding lessons."

Blitzo stood up. "When are we going?" He asked. He almost sounded like a child asking to go to a theme park.

"Well....when you're ready, that is," Caliste giggled.

"Now."

Caliste was caught by surprise when Blitzo grabbed her by the arm, and started to drag her out of his office.

"Woah, hold your horses!" Caliste laughed.

This only made the imp more excited as he tugged at her arm more. Sometimes, Caliste found it pretty funny how Blitzo just loved horses so much.

She knew using his favorite thing would put him in a good mood.