Greatwater Lake 湖

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ryūjirō’s expression hardens, but there’s a flicker of hesitation in his amber eyes, a quiet doubt lingering beneath his usually steadfast demeanor. honor, he murmurs, almost questioning the word, as if testing its weight. i’ve walked a long road, masa-aniki. one where honor has often been elusive, twisted into something unrecognizable. he exhales slowly, the tension in his chest palpable. what is your contract? his gaze shifts, searching his brother’s face for an answer, as though seeking the certainty he himself is struggling to find. what could his brother be tasked to do? anything, he'd imagined. both sellswords not afraid to do any bidding for the right price. he would do the same if the opportunity arose. didn't think i'd find you anywhere, ani. thought you'd be dead.