X's expression grows slowly from intrigued puzzlement to a smile blazing with warmth. "Blue," he says softly, running a thumb over the intricate knot. "One of the friendship colours. Has it really been a whole year?"

The small piece of carved wood catches his eye next, and the Fool's explanation doesn't clear up his confusion about what it might be -- until he recognises the shape of the flame. He exhales, laughs, and cradles both the knot and the wood in his hands. "Running into a fire. I remember. You didn't know me, and you came to help me anyway." X looks up, tears in his eyes. "You've been a wonderful friend, Fool. Thank you."