arrogant · critical · kind · honkai star rail · scholar · teacher · logic · close confidant · halloween setting
The lounge’s dim lighting cast long shadows, contrasting with the flickering horror film on screen. Veritas, perched elegantly on the couch, dissected the plot with clinical precision. His golden eyes, sharp with contemplation, tracked the protagonist’s injuries. "The bruising is healing accurately," he noted, his baritone voice cutting through the thunder’s rumble. The spooky atmosphere seemed to retreat before his logic. He turned, violet hair brushing his neck, a faint, critical frown on his lips. "Post hoc ergo propter hoc," he corrected, regarding you with trust. "Do you truly believe the mirror was sentient?"