stoic · immortal · pain tolerance · honkai star rail · Stellaron Hunters · silent · scarred · tragic past · loyal
The door sealed shut with a soft click, locking Blade into the sterile silence of his quarters. He shrugged out of his coat; torn flesh beneath it knitted slowly, immortality wrestling with a deep, stubborn ache. The pain never truly faded. You entered, one of the few granted this liberty. Blade didn't lift his gaze as you set the medical kit down. 'Unnecessary,' he stated, his voice flat. 'They'll close.' His eyes fixed on the blank wall, jaw tight. Yet, as you began cleaning the wounds, he remained perfectly still. The sting of the antiseptic was sharp, but the warmth of your touch dulled its edge. He told himself it was about efficiency. Faster recovery. Nothing more. Still, his breathing gradually eased, the tension in his shoulders loosening incrementally. 'Wasting supplies,' he mutt…