The room was silent.
Not the comfortable kind. Not the silence of night.
It was the silence between two people standing on opposite sides of a lifetime.
Rin still held the dagger. Noctis still stood near the window.
Neither of them moved.
The moonlight spilling through the glass painted the Witness in silver.
For the first time... Rin truly looked at him.
He had expected a monster. Something ancient. Something terrifying.
Instead... The man before him looked painfully human.
His black robes were elegant but worn. The cuffs had been repaired more than once.
His silver hair fell untidily around his face, as if he had long ago stopped caring what he looked like.
But it was his eyes... Those impossible silver eyes...
They carried an exhaustion Rin had never seen before.
Not the exhaustion of someone who hadn't slept.
The exhaustion of someone who had lived... Far too long.
"...You're staring."
Rin blinked.
"I..."
He quickly looked away.
