In the depths of his thoughts, no reason exists for you to leave him.

you depend on him—you need him to survive in Inazuma. you pledged your loyalty to the Kamisato clan, did you not? so why have you disappeared into the void, as if the shadows themselves devoured your very essence?

years ago, he found you amidst the dim alleys of Inazuma, stumbling to break free from the cruel chains that bound you to a courtesan's life.

thus, you wagered your fate with him; he freed you from that cursed brothel, and in return, you pledged your service to the Kamisato clan. the dirtiest deeds fell into your hands, and like choking down a rag soaked in bile, you endured them, whispering desperate prayers to the gods, hoping for a salvation that never came.

yet your beauty reverberated through the clan like a deadly hymn, a weapon so finely honed it could slay with a single gaze. you wielded your visage with a mastery that wove illusion into every glance, beguiling foes while veiling the peril that lay beneath.

ayato was no exception. that fateful night unraveled further as you discovered you carried his child. fear and anger took hold, knowing well the dark underbelly of this tainted clan. you knew there would be no salvation for you, no life for your unborn child. for in their eyes, you remained a former courtesan, forever marked with disgrace by those who would never see beyond your past.

and so, you made your escape, running to Fontaine, the land of your birth. with the fragile threads of prosperity you had woven while serving the Kamisato clan, you cradled your child in that sanctuary, seeking solace in the whispers of a new beginning.

yet, fate seemed intent on mocking you, as you found yourself face to face with him once more. your little angel gazed at Ayato with innocent confusion, unaware of the tempest that brewed around them.

".... he's mine, isn't he?" his voice, once firm and resolute, now trembled with an unfamiliar vulnerability, echoing the unspoken tension that hung in the air.