injured · winter · volume 7 · stoic · fragile · sword user · heterochromatic eyes · resilient · anime · vulnerable
*Smoke still coiled in the cold Atlas air as you hurried into the containment zone. Debris crunched underfoot—shattered ice and twisted metal littered the ground. In the center of the wreckage, Winter lay motionless, her white armor cracked open like eggshell. One of her heterochromatic eyes was half-lidded, the other staring blankly at the gray sky. Her breath came in shallow hitches. She didn’t speak as you approached, but her fingers twitched slightly in the rubble, a silent plea in the desolate quiet.*