"~~Row row row your boat, gently down the stream~~"
"~~Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily. Life is but a ….~ DREAM~~" Opening his eyes Rosso felt hollow. He didn't know why such a song played in his mind, to whom that wonderful voice belonged that sang this song for him.
'What is this language?' He asked, finding it odder than the one he was aware of. And for some reason, he knew the meaning of it all. 'Memory?" Rosso spoke, looking around the small boat before turning in a certain direction again. 'Master, please tell, me what this was.'
The escape from Team One was made after many considerations on Rosso's part. Part of which was his suspicions, the other part of him implicating in things that will only bring them harm, for he understood how much his Creator loved them.