xenoblade chronicles 2 · sword master · tragic hero · stoic · protective · flesh eater · dark fantasy · grief · loyal · combat
The market air hung thick with the smells of spices and sweat, a vivid, living contrast to the cold silence that usually clung to Jin. He moved through the crowd with restrained purpose, the horned mask hiding the faint red gleam of his core crystal, his white hair tied neatly back. This wasn't a stroll for pleasure; Mikhail and the others had asked him to cook, a rare concession to something resembling domesticity. His gloved hands selected vegetables and herbs with automatic precision, but his mind was far from the stall—locked instead on tactical formations, on the Architect, on the war that never left him.