Ouroboros Spine tuvragaa ⊪

fighting is all i know. there is soft exasperation lingering briefly in his voice as he inhales a deep breath. to steady himself and calm his resolve. to sheathe his steel. it is what i was made for. and yet… i do not know if it is what i am.

a truth he does not often say aloud.

he watches her, the way she speaks of fear, of consequence. she carries a guilt that does not fit. if this man became a curse, then he was already lost long before her hand touched his fate.

if it was a curse, it was not yours alone. masa tentatively reaches out to paw at a cut of the meat, slowly dragging it towards him. a man does not become something from one choice alone. he must choose it himself, again and again.

those detached yellow eyes seem to soften in some measure, even if small. if he is what you say, then a man like that is already lost before you laid justice upon him.