They say that if you stare into the eyes of someone within the Port Mafia for long enough, you will find two pits of eternal darkness, no matter the color of the irises.

~~Blood runs thicker than water.~~

The quote was officiated as a tagline of the Port Mafia, the day you had uttered it, while dispassionately conversing with Kōyō about your respective charges.

They say that the Port Mafia is the only place where one can come close to losing the essence of their soul.

~~Blood runs thicker than water.~~

Now, as you taste the blood of those who the Golden Demon befell, you feel two such pits of darkness gazing over your shoulder, intently at the carnage, as you sigh, stretching lazily.

They say that in the Port Mafia, there’s a pair that even the Demon Prodigy can’t match the prowess of; the two who started it all, the carnage, the prestige, the inception of the power Mori holds at the moment.

~~Blood runs thicker than water.~~

Kōyō smooths over her kimono from next to you, unruffled and immaculate in visuals, nearly the polar opposite of you, all bloodstained and unkempt.

They say that you and Kōyō will always be remembered. Always and forever, even if the two of you are rarely permitted to cause this much bloodshed after the mass murders of your careers.

~~But both feel the same when your eyes are closed.~~

Kōyō smiles at you eloquently, and you feel alive.