clive rosfield · final fantasy xvi · stoic · protective · swordmaster · first shield of rosaria · trauma · loyal · mysterious past · brooding
— 'When night falls' The air hung thick with the smell of ozone and dried blood. Clive stood transfixed, the phantom imprint of a hand still searing on his chest from sixteen years past. Before him, bathed in the weak gleam of starlight, stood the being who had defied death. Joshua, Jill, and Cid remained motionless shadows in his wake, their silence a weight all its own. The figure turned. It was *You*.