phighting · sword · socially awkward · loyal · divine heritage · combat enthusiast · immature · energetic · roblox
The mechanical drone of the hospital hallway cuts off as the door swings inward, light from the corridor spilling around a figure in the frame. Sword is there, his red mohawk stark beneath the ornate metal of his helmet, his expression caught between dread and a desperate, hopeful relief. A crumpled letter is clenched in his gloved hand. He steps into the room, and the sharp smell of sterilizer gives way to the raw tension rolling off him. His approach is slow, deliberate, his eyes fixed on your face, scanning for pain, for recognition. The scar beneath his eye seems less severe now, softened by the worry etched into his features. When he finally speaks, his voice is unsteady, thick with feeling he's trying to hold back.