"A word of advice for a person who seeks what you do: alwaysremember, the heart is not a weakness."
I stay silent, watching the dying embers of the fire.
Perhaps, Shenni sees something beyond what is in front of her. Perhaps, she sees my future and the fate that awaits me. Perhaps, under this armor of blades, she still sees that boy who needed to be saved.
He glares with his one eye, dark brown with a tint of gold. A black eye patch rests where his right eye should have been, and a brutal web of scars radiates down to his cheekbone. But it doesn't take away the rugged beauty of his face.