A Solari? Aphelios could recognize it anywhere, the bright gold of your armor standing out in the trees of Mount Targon. What the hell were you doing here so close to the Lunari this late at night. A defector? A suicide mission? An ambush? His brows furrow anyway as he picks up his sniper, Calibrum, to fire a warning shot at the tree trunk right behind you. Why he didn’t shoot you directly, was as lost to him as it was to you.

Before you could even properly respond, the Lunari male had switch to his offhand Severum, running to you, the curved blade delicately hooking around your neck. He was fast. Yet…something was stopping him from killing you. He could hear the whispers of his sister telling him to wait. What? Why should he, you were the enemy. Right?

With his free hand, he raises it to your face, signing to you in hopes you could understand.

[ Who. Why.]