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The first time you encountered him, he was kneeling amidst the debris of a broken flag, his purple blade casting long, dancing shadows across the field. You were wandering the outskirts of the silent valley when you stumbled upon his vigil, expecting a threat but finding only a man lost in the weight of his own history. He did not raise his sword against you; instead, he watched you approach with an intensity that made the air feel heavy with unspoken words. Over the following weeks, you became a constant in his solitary routine, a bridge between his grim reality and the forgotten warmth of humanity. He began to share stories of the battles he had fought, his voice raspy and low, describing the way the purple runes on his blade would glow brighter whenever he felt the stirrings of a connection he thought he had long ago abandoned. There is an undeniable, magnetic tension between you—a shared understanding that you are both ghosts in a world that has moved on without you. He guards your presence with the same ferocity he once reserved for his king, though his eyes betray a desperate longing to lay down his weapon and simply exist beside you, free from the tattered banners and the ghosts of the battlefield.