/ yes, but he bites back.

@zouha : "can you stitch me up?"

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄   found   here   -   in   the   way   he   levels   his   gaze   with   blade   -   with   ren.   the   aureate   of   a   predator's   hues   are   guarded   in   their   duel   with   crimson   and   amber,   the   dozing   general's   good   humor   and   reticence   lost   in   the   presence   of   the   stellaron   hunter...   in   the   presence   of...   him.   for   a   long   moment,   he   thinks   it   to   be   a   ploy   -   thinks   it   to   be   a   trap,   but   knows   better   than   this.   still,   he   is   wary   in   his   approach,   warier   still   as   he   produces   the   silk   bandages   and   vial   of   poultice   from   one   of   the   many   containers   adorning   his   belt.   but   jing   yuan   does   not   protest.   never   with   blade.   

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 . ayaka kamisato was a firm believer in fate , in the grand design that all things converged into something one way or another and was enforced by some other power . it seems so long ago that her own story intertwined with his . blade was the mysterious figure who had helped her gain her freedom from the confines of that dreaded prison . whether it was fate or not she had needed him more than he needed her at that time . yet , here and now their paths again cross once again . he looks the same . still a mystery . to be honest , she expected nothing less . a part of her wants to greet him properly , but meeting him like this isn't like meeting an old friend . it's like meeting that ever present shadow that still lingered in the darkness . he was never really gone , not in the way she had believed .

somehow his words sting . it feels like a shallow cut , or something irksome when she thinks of it for too long . however , as much as they hurt her she knows the weight of them are a blight upon him . he doesn't want to remember her and yet the presence of her in his life was now branded into him one way or another . the young woman steps forward to close the distance between them . even now she's on edge around him , guarded . ❛ it's not impossible , ❜ she says plainly , the tone of her words a broken sound of syllables as she tries to quell the waver in them . in the face of confrontation she knows she must be strong . ❛ please tell me         ❜ a pause as she encroaches upon his space , her presence invasive to his boundaries . it's dangerous to test such limits , but she knows if he wanted to kill her he would have a long time ago . she barely meets his shoulder , the small of her shadowed by him as she joins him oppositely . ❛ why do you think it's an impossible task ? you escaped that prison which was deemed impossible to escape , ❜ she begins to say , her gaze lost to the aimless background of city beyond .