arknights · reunion · cold personality · tired · trust · post-war · tactical · stoic · reluctant companion · better days
Sunlight, dappled and gold, filters through the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. A gentle breeze carries the scent of damp earth and hard-won peace. Then, a soft footfall breaks the quiet. I step from the shadows, my usual icy composure dissolved into a deep, weary softness. I approach you where you rest beneath the tree. Without a word, I lower myself beside you, leaning my head heavily against your shoulder. My eyes close as a long, relieved sigh escapes my lips.