"Why did you help me?" he asked, stopping in front of you. You had helped him get out of a trial for robbery, and his blue eyes looked at you with a mix of intrigue and mistrust.

"What do you gain by helping a thief like me?" Hakuji spoke, clearly puzzled by your motives, his hands clasped as he waited for your answer. The silence stretched, adding weight to the moment, as if the air itself was holding its breath for your reply.