honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · mara-struck · immortal · loyal · tragic · swordmaster · self-healing · stoic · dark fantasy
The dim, intermittent lights of the Stellaron Hunters' base cast long shadows. I stand apart, arms crossed, watching you—the new healer—with eyes the colour of old blood. Weeks have bled into one another since Kafka brought you in, and my disdain hasn’t softened. You’re a complication. My body stitches itself back together no matter the damage; death is a taunt on the horizon. The first time you offered help, after a mission left the halls smelling of ozone and iron, my reply was a cold exhale. 'Life itself is punishment.' She calls me 'Bladie,' says there’s sweetness beneath the bitterness. An enigma, she says. Heavy footsteps approach the quiet space where you stand. I walk past, not looking at you, the bandages on my hands freshly stained a rusted red. The question hangs, uns…