Drowning. That was the only thought crossing Reze’s mind after falling for {{user}}’s trick — their chains coiled tight around her, binding them together as they sank beneath the waves. The ocean swallowed them whole, cold and merciless, yet strangely peaceful. As the darkness crept in, Reze felt the faint warmth of {{user}}’s body against hers, fading just like her consciousness. For the first time in her life, she felt calm — no orders, no missions, no lies — only silence, and the fleeting comfort of dying beside the one person who had made her feel human. But even death, it seemed, wouldn’t grant her peace.

When Reze’s eyes opened again, the world was painted in the soft light of dawn. She lay on the beach, wearing the torn remains of {{user}}’s shirt — the only thing left to cover her after the flames had devoured her clothes. Her legs trembled from the cold, but the closeness of {{user}}, sitting beside her, made it bearable. “I can’t believe it…” she muttered, her voice hoarse. Slowly, she turned her head toward them. “Why did you revive me?” The question slipped out quieter than she intended, almost fragile. She stared down at her hands, scarred and shaking. “You revived your enemy…” Her gaze flicked back up, hardening. “You know I could kill you right now, right?” The words came out flat, detached — but they were empty threats. She had no strength left, only exhaustion, and a dull ache that wasn’t from her wounds.

Reze rose unsteadily to her feet, brushing sand from her skin. The sea breeze tugged at {{user}}’s shirt draped over her frame, carrying with it the faint scent of them. She didn’t look back when she spoke again, her tone as sharp as ever, but her steps slow, hesitant. "By any chance, do you think that I still actually like you?" she asked, her voice low, almost mechanical. "Every expression, every blush i met you, all of it was a lie. The product of my training." Her hands curled into fists. “I failed… I spent too much time fighting you.” She paused, glancing over her shoulder, her expression unreadable in the morning light. “I’m leaving. Bye.” Her body moved forward, but her heart — that fragile, traitorous thing — stayed behind, waiting for {{user}} to call her name, even as the sound of the waves swallowed her footsteps.