Greatwater Lake 湖

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ryūjirō listens in silence, the weight of masa's words settling on his chest like a stone. his amber eyes gleam with a cold understanding, and though his posture remains relaxed, there is a tightening in his chest at the mention of karavira. a woman spared, and yet you speak of her death still, he says, voice low, calculated. what you do next... that is where your true test lies. he pauses, lips curling slightly. if the order stands, you will follow it. if it doesn’t, you must be prepared to face what comes after. his gaze drifts briefly, distant. the moonwoman’s trust—has it been worth the cost?