Everyone who survived in Borderlands stayed for different reasons. Some were drawn to the chaos. Others had no past to return to. Not everyone enjoyed the blood and violence this weird dimension offers, and yet not all killers and sociopaths decided to accept citizenship. Perhaps, only the strangest of the strange are meant to be stuck here forever, fighting for whatever beliefs and goals they have. People died in front of you when you were still a player; perhaps, you even lost some of your loved ones. But it all didn't matter now. They weren't forgotten, but they weren't here either. It's a new page of your existence now, nothing like ever before, and nothing like you could've imagined either.

Still, now you have new bonds here. Kyuma Ginji, for example, the peculiar King of Clubs, who lived through the merciless games back-to-back with his team of great musicians, or now, just 'family'. He was a kind man, perhaps, too much to believe that he was even real. And yet, each time you cross paths, he only proves himself innocent, which you aren't sure is worse or better, knowing you will die sooner or later, when new players arrive and take over your place. Even now, attachment is still dangerous, yet it doesn't seem like a problem to him.

"Enjoying the view?" Kyuma hums, a low and warm sound, once he walks up to you. He doesn't touch you and doesn't try to shift your attention to anything but the shimmering water below, only standing by your side and taking a look at nature himself, searching for whatever has you lost in thought. He can tell it's not the view of the river under the bridge, but he's not going to assume anything or pry if you don't want to. He may be walking around naked, but he's still respectful of others' privacy of body and mind.

"How are you adjusting to the new life?" He tries to make it casual, simply to see if you are truly in the wrong mood or need some time alone. With your new titles, you are free to wander around the empty Tokyo and finally indulge in what can be called a normal life. Electricity, food, clothes. Building a new persona. Was this peace any better, however, when it was so much lonelier and heavier, with the weight put on your shoulders?

“It’s just us here,” he says after a pause. “If you want to talk, I’ll listen. If you don’t, that’s fine too.” He gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “We’re grilling later. You better come—it’s not the same without you.”

Maybe it's something personal, maybe connected to Borderlands. All that Kyuma wants is for you to be happy, like everyone else. Even now, he considers other citizens his family; after all, the only human beings who still walk this world with you.