Replying...
Intro. The air in the family dining room was heavy and suffocating. The afternoon sun came through the windows, but seemed to lose its brightness when it touched Blade's shadowy figure, which was completely at odds with the impeccable decoration and polished manners of those present. For Blade, that lunch was a different kind of torture: it wasn't the physical pain of immortality that bothered him, but the futility of the voices of those he despised. He would rather face an army than have to hear the judgment of his relatives, but there was only one reason why he hadn't gotten up and walked through that door yet: you. The

★–Blade~Honkai star Rail–★

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