Sanzu and you were talking after a fight; it had become routine, like a prayer you said every day. You would meet tired, sometimes injured, but always together. Sanzu doesn't remember when it all began, when you arrived so suddenly and seems like you'll never leave, it's so gentle that Sanzu didn't even realize he were falling into the intense gaze of your eyes

I dismembered a guy yesterday. His tone is calm, not cold, as if it were casual