The silence in the temple felt antagonizing now.

The crashing thunder that had once echoed down the corridors, that had once filled every room with vibrations and power, was now gone. And the silence that lingered afterwards felt awkward and out of place as it now filled the once trembling rooms. The quiet made Kung Jin want to believe that the storm was finally over, that it had finally passed on and that the energy controlling it had dissipated. It made him want to believe that the weeks spent inside dealing with the rain, the thunder, and lightning had finally came to a soft quiet end.

Or perhaps maybe Fujin's collective energy had finally managed to put the storm on hold.

As of lately though, Kung Jin refused to let himself believe in much.

(Especially anything regarding to peace around here.)

One of the closed window shutters, now splintered from its frame hung open to reveal that there was still rain in the distance; there was still rain in the form of rolling dark clouds and a blurred horizon line that seemed to be getting closer and closer still.

If the rain could return than anything and everything could come back as well.

It meant that the auditory torture could keep repeating itself as an ever-looping cycle- one that could roll back through with a force twice as strong as before.

Still...

Kung Jin allowed the somewhat hopeful thought to drag him through the quiet archives, leading him back into the main room where he and Fujin had spent most of the storm waiting in.

Leading him back to the solid oak doors that had separated him from the chaos outside.

The window shutters, while partly damaged now, were no longer rattling and shaking in place. The wind was no longer pounding them relentlessly against the wooden frames in an attempt to break or rip them off completely. Most of them still seemed to be in place with only a few that had broken off a hinge or two- and the splintered openings allowed for a mess of water to form on the indoor flooring of the temple.

The wind chimes, once battered and shrieking in the heavy winds, were still and quiet now. The few chimes that still rang out were few and far between and were so soft that Kung Jin barely heard them in the first place. He had some worry for the once decorative and vibrant chimes; they were Fujin's favorite, which came as no surprise for a proclaimed Wind God.

Sighing, Kung Jin decided to go with the way things seemed to be presenting themselves and tested his luck as he pushed one of the oak doors open.

And the fact that he was able to open it to begin with said enough.

Stepping out onto the freshly-flooded courtyard, Kung Jin could see how the clouds were still dark above him and even darker on the horizon still. But the clouds were no longer twisting and whirling aggressively around the temple; they no longer seemed to be making threats of swallowing it whole. It was a good first sign but it didn't guarantee them anything.

(After all the horizon was still pitch dark and blending.)

The rain was still constant, abet much softer now.

For once, Kung Jin could see the end of the courtyard from where he was standing, which was an improvement.

The breeze was cold yet refreshing against the thick humidity that the rain had brought in with it.

Fresh bolts of lightning still strung themselves together across the sky, hinting that this could potentially only be the eye of the storm instead. It hinted that there was still plenty more to come once the eye had passed and the storm's energy had been replenished.

Much like it had been only that morning, where Fujin's protective barrier had forced the storm to split around the temple.

For now however, the quiet felt reassuring enough.

Reassuring in the sense that the storm was progressively moving, that it was passing on and that it wasn't infinitely being cycled over and over again.

He had no idea what the extent of Raiden's powers were- especially in an unstable and unconscious state.

But if things were moving than it was an upside to something.

Kung Jin barely heard the sound of the oak doors behind him opening once more and only looked back at the sound of wet footsteps following him. He couldn't say that he was surprised to see the Wind God already awake- but he did feel a hint of disappointment at it. He had hoped that the God would've stayed resting for an hour or more longer- more so for Fujin's own health and the God's need to rehabilitate his energy.

And at the same time, Kung Jin had to admit that he found the silence therapeutic in a sense.

Part of him was still apprehensive about being alone but with the silence, with the stillness, he was beginning to feel more comfortable with the idea again.

"Rise and shine," Kung Jin started as he turned back towards the God, catching the quiet chuckle that escaped him. "Did I wake you?"

"No, no, of course not," Fujin assured as one hand brushed over his white hair, which was now lacking the thin headband that usually kept it back. A few thick strands of hair had fallen to cradle against the man's jawline, providing an unique look to the God's usual straight-cut appearance. Unfortunately, despite the God's title, the soft breeze that blew across the open courtyard seemed to be making it difficult for Fujin to pull the long strands back into place. "I just... I noticed that something seemed different- that something felt off."

Kung Jin cocked his head at the less-than-elaborated answer, knowing well that it could go either one of two ways. "What feels different?" he asked, more than a little curious for what the Wind God could sense that he couldn't.

"The energy mostly; it doesn't... it doesn't feel so controlling now," Fujin continued- and then added before Kung Jin could press him on it. "I can't say for certain that it is a change in a good or bad way. It feels calmer for sure, a little more stable as well. It feels like things might be on the right path to correcting themselves but I am hesitant to sign my name to that declaration. I don't- I don't want to give in to false hopes."

Well, at least they were on the same wavelength then.

And that was some comfort brought to the situation.

"Did you sleep well at least?" Kung Jin questioned, choosing to switch the topic at hand; he knew when to put a conversation at ease- for the most part anyways.

"Well enough I suppose," Fujin answered, although the dim light in his eyes seemed to hint otherwise. The man was still exhausted, still drained from perhaps more than just the overexertion of his energy. He was having to keep a watchful eye over Earthrealm now, a position he had held centuries before; a position now complicated by more than just a near-catastrophic corruption and a would-be invasion that ran coincide with one another. Earthrealm was now being hindered by the power of its own protector God. "Did you come out because of the storm- well, perhaps the lack of one now?"

Right.

Fujin didn't know that he had spent most of the spare hour walking around and trying to get his thoughts together- trying to exercise a little while he was at it. The storm made him feel stiff and being stuck indoors didn't help him either. Kung Jin had never been much of an indoors person; he had always been a nature lover at heart and spent a greater portion of his life being outside.

But he sure as hell wasn't stupid enough to try and chance it with a storm like this.

Or rather, with a storm that was.

A storm that had been and maybe would be.

"Cassie called in earlier," Kung Jin replied as he fished the communicator device out of his pocket. "General Blade pulled some strings with Master Bo' Rai Cho apparently and Cassie was able to give me some updates about what's been going on on ground level." There was a slight pause as he recalled his previous conversation with his teammate, as he recalled the disappointment he had been trying to shake off for the past hour- another reason he had felt so anxious locked inside of the temple. "Cassie let me know that everyone's doing okay as of now, which is reassuring. And I let her know that things have been fine up here for the most part."

The white halos of Fujin's eyes lit up for a moment at the remark.

"Was there anything new from the Special Forces?"

Of course, Fujin would want the same answer that he too had looked for.

And Kung Jin hated to be the bearer of bad news.

"... No."

If Fujin was at all disappointed by the lacking answer, he didn't show it.

Instead, the Wind God gave the sky around them another look-around, taking in the sight of quiet clouds and quiet raindrops. For a moment it seemed as though Fujin was enjoying the weather- no doubt this felt more like home to him. This was what he was used to and that sense of familiarity was more than he could ask for; it was a small glimpse into something that could provide stability and comfort for his exhausted state.

"Come, let's go back inside."

Kung Jin knew that Fujin would show up again despite the waning hour.

He knew that the Wind God wouldn't be able to let their earlier conversation go.

Fujin hated to leave things unfinished and there was no doubt that Master Bo' Rai Cho's interruption had been less than accepting for the Wind God. And Kung Jin knew that such a delay between them speaking would've been eating at the man all day. Fujin would've had to spend his time with Master Bo' Rai Cho knowing that there were still things between them that had been left unsaid, that there were still things for them to discuss- things that maybe needed to be discussed.

And yet, with the Shaolin Master's insistence on finally talking, Fujin would've been powerless to do much about it.

And such a situation would've pushed and eaten at the God's patience.

...

Kung Jin knew that Fujin would show up eventually and found himself purposely stalling so that he might have time to wait for the Wind God.

It wasn't quite curfew yet so he still had time to waste- and even if it was curfew, he was only out in the practice field cleaning up, which was usually excusable. All he had to say to the night watch was that he was still putting the range targets up so that the practice field would be clear and ready to go for tomorrow morning. As long as he was being responsible and careful with the equipment, the night watch would give him a ten-minute break and leave him alone.

(It wasn't quite like last time where he had been out clear past the temple grounds and was having to sneak back inside without being caught.)

Still Kung Jin felt as though he was stalling too much as he placed one of the rounded target boards back into the storage shed.

He had spent most of the remaining afternoon practicing with his Chakram, although he didn't have much luck with it. He barely hit any of his intended targets and even when he did hit, the rounded blade just about obliterated the target in a show of blunt force rather than calculated grace. But his hands had been shaking too much; his head had been too cloudy to think straight, too cloudy to focus on the obvious target in front of him.

He got caught up in the unclaimed thoughts that just kept pulling him back over and over again.

Even now, hours later, near in the dead of night, Kung Jin couldn't shake the morning off of him.

Fingers checked the holding rods to ensure that the practice target was held in place and that it was sturdy enough to hold throughout the night.

Some of these holding racks were ancient and had a tendency of breaking during the night if too much weight was placed on them.

(And broken targets weren't fun to practice with.)

Kung Jin toyed with the idea of finishing his work now so he could just head back to his room instead- and perhaps wait for Fujin there. But even he had to admit that that wasn't the greatest idea and/or plan. Standing out in the open guaranteed certainty that Fujin would show up. Waiting anywhere else, especially in the comforts of his room, sliced that guarantee by half, maybe even less. It had been perfectly acceptable for the Wind God to visit his personal quarters the first time, but doing so now would potentially draw unwanted attention.

And neither of them would want to be subjected to outside questioning right now- although they could both easily bluff their way through it.

(If anything, he supposed it would be a place he could retreat to if needed be.)

"You told me to 'just say it' before," Kung Jin started, knowing now that he was no longer alone. He had been observantly aware of Fujin's arrival for several minutes now and had pretended to play blind to it. It had been difficult not to cast a glance towards the Wind God as he had picked up yet another target and loaded it into the shed with the others. It had been difficult to pretend that he hadn't noticed the stillness in the night breeze now, that he hadn't noticed that the lantern's flame was stationary- an offset to its flickering wave earlier.

He had always been able to pick up on the clues.

There was no hiding from him when things were out of the ordinary.

"But if I say it out loud, I can't take it back."

Silence at first.

Fujin was being just as equally quiet as he was.

Kung Jin knew for certain that there was plenty for them to say, plenty for them to talk about- but neither of them knew how to start that conversation. Neither of them knew how to pick things back up from before, how to start over on a conversation that had barely even started to begin with. Even he wasn't entirely sure of what to do, of what to say but anything was better than waiting in silence.

Picking up the last of the targets, Kung Jin hung it on the still stable holding rack, filling up the storage shed for whoever wanted to use it in the morning. The smart thing for him to do would be to be out here tomorrow morning himself, unloading the night's work, and continue practicing with his Chakram. But the weapon felt too heavy at his side still- maybe the day after instead.

"It becomes real and then there is nothing I can do about it."

His breaking of the uncomfortable silence seemed to be for nothing as the quiet stillness only crept back in.

If only for a few lingering seconds anyways.

"Is that such a bad thing?" Fujin finally spoke.

"I don't know," Kung Jin offered in response, using his building exhaustion to help dull down his would-be frustrations with the situation. This certainly wasn't the first time this subject had been breached upon but each time it was it only seemed to get more and more frustrating for him to deal with. It was to no fault of Fujin's though. This was simply his battle to take on and unfortunately he had just gotten so accustomed to not fighting it that he wasn't sure if he could. "You're not the first person, I'll give you that- but you're becoming the first one I've really struggled with."

"So you've-"

Kung Jin wasn't certain if Fujin had purposely left the sentence to linger or if he had interrupted the man with his sudden brisk laugh.

He wished he could say that he didn't know where the laugh came from but then he would just be playing himself the greater fool here.

"Believe me, I have known for a long time now," Kung Jin replied- well aware of where Fujin's question was headed. "It was just easier to deal with when all I did was run shady errands for shady people who didn't even care to know my name, let alone know who I was to begin with. I guess there was this feeling of invincibility with it- not that I was stupid enough to believe it in full."

He didn't often think back on the time spent between leaving home and joining the Shaolin.

After all, deciding to become one with the Shaolin hadn't been an immediate decision for him.

He had been in limbo with it for over a year- well, closer to three years if he really wanted to be honest with himself.

Nearly three years spent dealing with questionable people, getting into situations that were far from ideal- but well worth their weight in gold at the end. It was hell at times but Kung Jin would be damned if he didn't learn just about everything he knew from it. The experience gained was enough to make the torture worth it.

(After all, people with money asked for a lot of things- and he very rarely couldn't offer what they wanted.)

"The people here know who I am, they know where I come from," Kung Jin continued, pushing memories and thoughts aside for a moment; he reluctantly added, "there are standards for me to adhere to."

There was silence still from the Wind God.

If only until it was broken by a heavy sigh.

"I won't argue your point," Fujin started, careful he seemed with his words, "because I know somewhere along the way you were forced to shape that opinion about yourself. It... it doesn't have to be like that but I know that I am speaking from an entirely different view point than yours."

Honesty at least.

A given sense of understanding.

"Isn't it odd from your point of view though?" Kung Jin pressed.

"As someone who has lived for countless centuries, the ability to care for what some people might think of me or my decisions has eroded with time," Fujin offered. "And you would be surprised how that alone seems to anger people, which only furthers my point in doing so. However, it is of no secret to those who know me that I have no real preferences for who I seek or for who might seek me. Throughout the decades I have had countless experiences with a wide variety of people, of beings alike. I've had experiences with spontaneous ones, experiences with the slow, quiet burning over time. If I might confess, I'm usually good at picking up the signs."

There was a touch of humor in the God's voice as though he was poking fun at himself just the same.

Playing humor with his proposed arrogance.

"Very rarely does something sneak up on me when I least expect it- when I'm too preoccupied with someone I didn't think would seek out the same in me."

Oh.

"People will always be unhappy with things that are out of their control, which is often why they are unhappy to begin with," the Wind God continued. "There is often very little in your control regardless of the matter, so it will always be best to do what makes you happy first and cast the others asides. I have always been content with my dealings in the past and... this would be no different."

Kung Jin let himself muse the words over.

It felt like there was so much being said yet so little happening that he didn't want to think.

He didn't want to think of how things were looking at this point, how things had been said- and just what exactly had been said.

There was so much coming undone at one time, so much already out in the open, he wasn't sure if there was anything left to give.

He had heard plenty rumors about Fujin's escapades, perhaps much to the annoyance of Raiden who preferred to keep his focus on Earthrealm. And while the Wind God had apparently been known for his promiscuity, Kung Jin had never known the man to be in current sheets with someone. For as long as he had known the God, at least for the past few years, Fujin had been a solitary kind of person.

(And perhaps now he knew why.)

(Perhaps the man had not been as solitary as he had presumed.)

"So why didn't you just say something sooner?" Kung Jin asked next, knowing well the question was rather blinding.

"Because certain situations can be... fickly when you're a God," Fujin answered. "People have this already perceived mindset about us, with the assumptions that Gods have a habit of going around and sleeping with mortals. And in the days of my youth, they wouldn't necessarily be wrong about it. Considering how Gods have acted in the past as well, consequences are so rarely acted upon. Although I am certainly not naming names here but if one wanted to looked towards the former Edenian Gods as an example- Argus, the Heaven's bless the arrogant bastard's soul."

Kung Jin let himself give a laugh at the accusing statement.

Months spent studying other realms and learning their histories and cultures would not prove the Wind God wrong.

If anything it would only give proof to his point.

"Of course, just as well, I think that we can both understand the... odd circumstances between us," Fujin finished.

"If that isn't the biggest understatement of the night," Kung Jin remarked; he gave a heavy sigh and ran an equally heavy hand down his face before he finally turned around to face the other man. Even in the faint glow of the nearby lanterns, Fujin's eyes caught the incandescent orange off of the candles. Orange halos acted like fake pupils against an empty canvas- and yet it still felt as though they were staring back at him. "... So what are our choices here?"

"Well, most of them are complicated."

Kung Jin expected the God to continue with the thought.

Only to be met with silence instead.

"That's it?" Kung Jin pressed.

"I don't... I don't know what else to say to be honest," Fujin continued, and for once his usual broad, confident tone sounded shaky now. "I am glad that this was spoken about and that we talked, but I know that it would be wiser still to wait. Things are still... hasty and unorganized; I think there is still much we need to think on. It would be wiser still to wait- at least until after your graduation before we allow anything else to develop."

There was hesitation still in the man's voice.

Just barely masked under what would be, or should've been, an experienced tone.

But one could see the frustration in his features still when he talked.

If Fujin had any confident on the matter, it wasn't showing up now.

"But at the same time, I am battling with the experiences of having waited too long," Fujin pressed, sounding more as though he was arguing aloud with himself. "Nothing is guaranteed and being a member of the Shaolin is a dangerous business- and as I have admitted to before, I'm just not ready to lose you under any circumstances."

It was almost gut-wrenching to hear the man nearly battle with himself over the situation.

On one hand, Fujin wanted to play it safe; he wanted to keep things as they were for now but leave the door open for another time.

And on the other hand, Fujin remembered open doors being slammed shut before anyone could pass through the threshold.

It was a battle taken in present and past times.

"Alright well considering that I'm twenty, you can throw the age-thing out if that's what you're worried about," Kung Jin started. "Let's face it, that's not exactly something that we're going to hit equilibrium with." It was crude at best perhaps but it got a chuckle out of Fujin. "Also seeing as I've been kicking everyone's asses since I got here, it's not like someone can pull the 'sleeping with you to get into the Shaolin' card."

"Master Bo' Rai Cho would have a fit," Fujin reminded, looking as though he was trying to keep a straight face and failing horribly at his remarks.

"Fujin, you know me, when was the last time I cared about what Master Bo' Rai Cho thought?" Kung Jin questioned instead- and was once more rewarded with a quiet laugh that seemed to be breaking the last hint of tension between them. "Believe me, if Master Bo' Rai Cho gave even a thought about what I cared for, he wouldn't force me to train with him immediately after he's been drinking- or eating for that matter."

"I would reprimand you for being awful but there is good reason in your words."

There certainly was.

Kung Jin caught the extinguishing of the lantern lights at the practice field just behind Fujin and was once more reminded of the late hour. Why did they always have to toy with this discussion when it was so late at night? And when the night watch seemed to be so venomously against him. Kung Jin turned back just long enough to close the storage doors behind him- ensuring that they closed with a solid click, sealing the practice targets away until morning.

He was fine with stalling for time by doing clean-up but he wasn't looking to get hit with doing nightly clean-up for the rest of the month. He had been forced to do it once before for getting into a non-training related fight and it wasn't something he wanted to repeat.

"I can't really stand out here all night talking about this-" Kung Jin started as he turned back around towards the God.

"Is something wrong?" Fujin interrupted.

Kung Jin paused slightly at the interruption, once more taking in what looked to be worry on the God's face. At the same time he felt himself get hit with an odd indescribable feeling himself. As he let his eyes linger on the Wind God, he came to the realization that he didn't have to hide or run away from what he was seeing, from what he was feeling. For once and maybe just for now, he could just let things be as they were, as they are.

"It's past curfew," Kung Jin answered, simply enough, "and I'm not entirely sure of how well the night watch will accept what's going on here as an excuse for it."

"I can speak to Master Bo' Rai Cho if you're worried about them," the Wind God offered.

"I'd rather not drag him into this," he started, "- unless of course you would like to explain all of this to him."

The Wind God made a face that implied that he didn't wish to cross that line either. "It would be best to avoid such a situation," Fujin agreed before he reluctantly seemed to continue. "We can finish this conversation at another time if you wish- perhaps when it's not so late."

He really didn't want to keep pushing it off.

He just wanted to get it over with while they were so close to doing so.

It seemed like they had both laid their cards out but what needed to be said was still left unfinished.

"I don't know, this late-night talk is just sort of our thing now," Kung Jin remarked, catching sight of more lanterns being extinguished now- this time along the outer walking paths. He probably only had a few minutes to spare at this point. The pressure was definitely building but unfortunately he worked best under a time constraint. "Look, I've been putting pressure on getting an answer from you so... it would only be fair if I gave one back for once."

"Jin, it's fine, we can speak in the morning after studies-"

Despite bringing up the topic himself, as well as dealing with the obvious sense of pressure, the words were still harder to start off with than Kung Jin thought. "Adrenaline's a hell of an instigator and the only reason I kissed you that night was because for once it felt like I could. I was two kinds of fucked up and you might've been a little drunk yourself and it just seemed like we were both human in that moment- and also really out of it. So I was just banking on neither of us remembering it," he started. "I just thought that, you know maybe if I did it, maybe if I kissed you, than it would help me get over you. That maybe if I just let myself go this one time I wouldn't be tempted by it again. And as expected, that backfired wonderfully."

For a guy who really couldn't afford to stand out here and talk past curfew, he sure as hell was doing exactly that.

And he still hadn't exactly given an answer yet- not a clear one anyways.

And the night watch was bound to be coming up the hill at any time- and this wasn't exactly a conversation he wanted them to overhear or walk in on.

(And confessing his feelings to the Earthrealm Wind God wasn't going to get him out of anything anyways, so what was the point?)

"I just-" Kung Jin continued only to stop as he watched Fujin raise one hand. He thought the Wind God might say something or might be gesturing for him to stop out of caution for the night watch.

Instead, he watched as the God made a snapping motion with his fingers, although no sound was heard.

And he watched as darkness swept in all around them.

He was more confused than taken back by the motion and it was only when he felt the subtle breeze back on his skin did he realize what had happened. And did he realize just how ingenious the timing of the breeze was.

The faint glow of the night watch's lanterns came to a pause where they were, just a hillside away from where he and Fujin stood. There seemed to be hesitation in their motions as the lanterns didn't move for several long seconds.

And when they finally started to move again, it was in a direction away from them.

"Did you just trick the night watch into thinking the other group had gotten here before them?" Kung Jin asked.

"Either that or they think the wind simply blew the lanterns out and now they can't be bothered to come check," Fujin offered.

Clever.

Of course now it left them in pitch darkness where he couldn't see shit in front of him but maybe it was better that way.

It would be easier at least.

"Do you wish to continue?"

In all honesty, Kung Jin wasn't entirely sure where his train of thought was going before- and he wasn't sure how to pick it back up now. They were both seemingly avoiding the topic at hand, not quite admitting what needed to be said, but leaving enough clues to get the hint. With how things were laid out right now, they could part ways knowing they were both on the same path. But... there was always that slim sliver of questioning.

"Let's just face it, Fujin," Kung Jin started, "you're in love with me, I'm in love with you. There's this whole God-mortal thing that's kind of weird but the crazy thing is that it's not the weirdest thing between us. That prize actually belongs to-"

"I know where this is headed and I will ask you not to finish it," Fujin interrupted, and while a potential grin on the man's face could not be seen, it could certainly be heard. "I still have dealings with Master Bo' Rai Cho and I'm already struggling with seeing him again enough as it is."

"And yet, you don't object to it."

The Wind God gave out a chuckled sigh. "You knew I would not," Fujin admitted. "Now what is there left for us to do?"

"Uh well, it's already late and I still have to sneak back to my room eventually," Kung Jin replied. "So unless there's something more to say here, I need to go."

He did actually need to go- preferably now to avoid the night watch's walk around the temple. Not that he was all too worried about it but it was still one those things, one of those hassles that if he could avoid it than he wanted to avoid it. Not to mention he had studies in the morning and he may have fallen asleep during the last few sessions and he couldn't really afford to keep doing that.

Not to mention, while this conversation had gone better than he had anticipated, he still needed his time to think it over.

To let the information sink in.

To let the implications sink in.

To let the stress and anxiety from the entire day wear themselves off.

(More than likely through sleep- although Kung Jin didn't see himself sleeping much tonight.)

"I think... what's been said is good enough," Fujin assured, although his expression seemed to imply otherwise. But if there was anything left for the Wind God to say, he was choosing to forgo it for the time being. "Now go, I do not wish to keep you up any further, lest it be my fault the night watch somehow catches you- and then I will have to hear it from Master Bo' Rai Cho. He is already on my case about my constant interruptions to your studies."

"I'm telling you, the man doesn't know how to mind his own business."

Despite the threat of the night watch, Kung Jin knew he could easily circle around and take a shortcut back towards the domestic wing- evading the night watch by cutting through the courtyards they had already checked over. Night time always gave him the perfect cloak and the lack of lantern lights would only aid his escape. If he had his entire run timed correctly, he could slip back into the temple without so much as stirring a candle. And do so before the night watch had a chance to start their secondary routines.

So basically easy in.

He could do it without breaking a sweat.

Kung Jin started on his way back towards the temple, which included moving past Fujin in order to backtrack over the hillside behind the God. And he managed to make it towards the God without issue for the most part- with the exception of his hand reaching out and grabbing Fujin by the vest as he started to pass by. There was slight hesitation before he pulled the Wind God into a quick kiss- succeeding in catching Fujin off-guard. Succeeding in recreating just a touch of the memories from a night not too long ago.

"With all things considered, sleep well tonight, Fujin."