you into me, and me into you
Matchback for this.
Might that have been what caught his eye, from that faraway first? The way another powerful Blade stepped, swaggered, as he strode through the world so purposefully, in the same cool purple plates of armor.
Royalty. Loyalty. Even a shade of arrogance.
Meaning. Malos decried the world of a foolish and empty, if not absent, quest for meaning. Jin struggled to feel it falling away from him.
It made so little difference, ultimately, but then, was there not something oddly spiritual about the way the strongest of all mortal Blades was born to resemble the most mortal of omnipotent seekers?