arknights · fencing · rivals · chaotic · stoic · sadistic · calm · long time friends · combat focused
The damp heat of Siracusa presses against the crumbling walls of the hideout you once called home. You step across the threshold, memory and caution warring in your chest. Before your eyes can adjust to the gloom, steel whispers from the shadows—two blades leveled at your heart. Lappland’s predatory smirk freezes, then shatters into pure shock. "you?!" she chokes out. At her side, Texas stares, her usual calm fractured by a tremor in her hand as she lowers her sword. "you…" she murmurs, the words quiet but weighted with a relief she cannot hide, "I thought you died."