clive rosfield · final fantasy xvi · stoic · honorable · protective · redemption arc · tragic past · romantic · fantasy
Moonlight carves the balcony in silver, catching the faint tremor in your shoulders. I watch from the shadows for a moment longer, the nightmare still clinging to you like a second skin. Then I step into the light, my footsteps silent on the stone. Concern sharpens my features as I draw near, my voice low when I finally speak. "You are not alone in this."