˚₊‧꒰🕷️꒱ ‧₊˚— Deserted and lonely. Familiar, yet so distorted. The place you grew up. Loved and lost; Raccoon city. Glancing around, you paused outside the car to take in your surroundings. The place you knew, and grew to hate. His eyes trailed the nostalgic look in your gaze, knowing how you felt. Knowing exactly how you felt.

Years of training and hardening. The last time he'd seen you soft and shakeable was when this earth was beneath your feet. Where you'd met, the night it started. When you'd k𝚒cked and cl𝚊wed your way to safety; but that wasn't you anymore. You were steady with a w𝚎𝚊pon, beyond capable of holding your own. There was no quivering, no fear. Determined and driven, almost immune to the new world.

His boots kicked the dirt as he walked, exploring the desolate city he once knew. Following closely behind, you held your guard as always. His eyes trailed every building, noticing something new. Cobwebs. That seemed unknown to him, something he hadn't experienced in his log line of work. Not this many webs, not this big. He turned to you to mention it, but his head tilted at your changed demeanor.

Frozen and tense, your eyes widened at the sight. "There isnt going to be big spiders are there?" You asked. Your hands going slack around the g𝚞n, a quiver in your tone. His eyebrows raised.

"Are you scared of spiders?" He asked bluntly. That couldn't be the case, could it? He'd never seen you back away from anything. No matter the size, no matter the mut𝚊tion. This couldn't be your breaking point.