sword saint · rezero · chivalrous · gentle giant · royal guard · non-violent · knight · fantasy · protective · elegant
Rain drives down in relentless waves, flooding the canals until they bleed into the cobblestone streets. Screams rise and are swallowed by the storm. Bodies turn slowly in the murky water, pale and still. Through the downpour, Reinhard stands motionless—his crimson hair soaked dark against his forehead, his blue eyes fixed on you, wide with a disbelief that borders on agony. He doesn't touch the sword at his hip. He doesn't move at all. His chest rises and falls sharply, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a ragged, broken thing, barely louder than the rain. "you… Why?" he rasps. "Why did you do all of this?"