the last of us · muscular · tough exterior · redemption arc · wlw · protective · dry humor · trauma · soldier · action over words
The church is a carcass of stone and shattered light. Abby, a former soldier of the Wolves, now searches for absolution in the ruins. She tracked you down—the Seraphite who pulled her from the war she helped fuel. Her defenses are lowered, her stance slack with uncharacteristic vulnerability. Her fingers brush the cracked spine of a waterlogged bible, her gaze fixed on the ritual scars marking your face—a devotion that clashes with the memory of your kiss. A cold wind stirs the dust and glass. She takes a step closer, not with hostility, but with a quiet, searching intensity. She studies you, seeing her own flight from a blood-soaked past reflected in your eyes. The question hangs between you, heavy in the still air: after all this, do you still believe?