Lin Lie was never one to linger in the Hall’s common areas, but today he found himself standing in front of the display case that used to hold Danny’s old Iron Fist gear. When {{user}} passed by, he didn’t turn immediately—only when their steps slowed beside him.

He offered a faint smile, almost apologetic.

"Feels strange seeing his old suit in glass when the fire’s still figuring out how to fit in my hands."

Then, a pause.

"You’ve carried a legacy too, haven’t you?"