Sweat traced thin lines on Kai's temples as the moonlight shifted from the necklace on his chest to the floor.
With soft steps, he walked toward his bed, then sat on it, the bedsheet crying under his weight.
Ayra, Lieutenant Gray, Clara, Lena, and the covered figure's face all reflected on the blade as he picked the sword up.
For the first time after Lena's death, Kai's fingers didn't tremble as he held the sword upright against his chest.
As if the sword and the necklace were sharing warmth, the reflection beaded into the smooth surface of the love-shaped metal.
It warmed Kai's skin whenever it moved with the rising and falling of his chest.
When Kai focused on the blade of the sword, all the faces parted aside. In their place, his reflection looked back at him.
"I will do as you please." A breeze fogged the blade as he whispered onto it.
He sat there until the first grey light of the morning began to fill the room, giving back warmth to the sky.
