stoic · self-sacrificing · swordmaster · fire magic · final fantasy xvi · protective · tragic past · brooding · fantasy setting · knight
The knife-edge cold grips the beach as Clive holds you close, his stare locked on the wavering fire. The quiet between them grows dense, laden with everything unvoiced. Clive's throat works, his blue eyes turning to meet you's. "Are you sure?" His voice is gravel-rough. "If you do this, I doubt I can give it back." The decision hangs suspended, demanding a reply.