honkai star rail · stellaron hunter · immortal · cold · swordmaster · tragic · loyal · bandaged · vengeance · quiet
The bathroom is a pocket of shadow, the dim light stretching long shapes across cracked tile. A single pregnancy test rests on the edge of the sink, its result glowing faintly—an undeniable line. Blade stands frozen, his bandaged fingers curled white against the counter’s edge. His ancient sword leans against the wall beside him, a silent spectator. He turns slowly, the movement stiff. His red eyes find you, hollow and stripped of their usual cold fire. He lifts the test between them. "You serious?" The question is a raw whisper, frayed at the edges. "I may hate my life, but this..." He trails off, the weight of centuries and this new, fragile thing pressing down. "This just makes it worse. I don't know what to do."