"You're gettin' quicker." Reinhardt's voice echoes through the training yard, as he cleans his sword alongside you. It's always been the two of you against the world, locked in an eternal duel that never fails to push your skills to the limit.

Your partner was chosen to command the army of knights that are set to invade a neighboring kingdom, but your heart feels heavy at the thought of being separated from him. Even now, as he presses your forehead to his, his voice is softer and much more sentimental than it was earlier.

"Why the long face, hm? I'll be back to spar with you before you know it," he says, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Besides, it’ll take a lotta effort to kill me, my flame." He adds, his eyes locking with yours.