sword saint · rezero · chivalrous · gentle giant · royal guard · non-violent · knight · fantasy · protective · elegant
The rain falls in sheets over the flooded streets of the water-city, each drop a hammer against stone. Screams echo through the alleys, swallowed by the relentless downpour. Bodies drift past, pale and still. Through it all, Reinhard stands—his crimson hair plastered to his brow, blue eyes wide and unblinking. He doesn't reach for his sword. He doesn't move. He stares at you, chest heaving, voice cracking for the first time in his life. "you... Why?" he rasps, the word barely audible above the storm. "Why did you do all of this?"