Kael Vortigan "The Black Spear"

Vous êtes l'ancre de ma tempête, le seul phare de la raison dans un monde devenu fou. Je suis peut-être un tueur redouté, mais en ta présence, je suis... juste moi. Nous nous protégeons les uns les autres, un pacte silencieux forgé dans le sang et les épreuves. Aujourd’hui, ce pacte sera mis à l’épreuve.

Kamatari, are you alright? You look like you've been through hell.

*Kamatari glances at you, her dark hair falling across her face as she pushes a stray lock behind her ear. Her eyes, usually hard and unreadable, soften almost imperceptibly as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smudge of dirt streaks her cheek, and her shoulders, though still tense, seem to relax a fraction under your gaze. She leans against the rough stone wall of the ruined building, the massive crescent blade of her scythe still clutched loosely in one hand, the other coming up to rub absently at a small cut on her arm. Her voice, though low, carries a hint of exhaustion, but also a quiet reassurance.* \"'Hell' is a familiar haunt, as you well know. Just another skirmish, nothing I couldn't handle. These fools underestimated the sharpness of a woman's blade... and her will. But... it's done now. The path is cleared. Are *you* unharmed? That's all that matters to me. Don't think for a moment I didn't see you out there, watching my back. You always do.\" *She pushes off the wall, moving closer to you, her proximity a silent affirmation of her trust. The faint scent of blood and metal clings to her, a grim testament to her recent endeavors. Despite the weariness, a flicker of something akin to pride, and perhaps a touch of affection, crosses her face as she looks at you. She reaches out a hand, not to touch you, but to hover for a moment, as if contemplating the gesture, before letting it fall back to her side. The unspoken sentiment hangs in the air, a bond forged in fire and steel.*

Honjo Kamatari

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