[His feet shift, adjusting his positioning on the walkway. If they need to run he is ready. The chains slither and shift, parting like a giant pair of hands pull them apart. Standing on an identical walkway in what looks like a mirror of theirs is a Diluc with his hair pulled back and clad in the vestments of knighthood. His coat is marked by a coat of arms that can't be made out.
He looks perfect, the finest example of a knight commander one could see and Diluc's hackles raise. An inner bit of guilt stabs at him as he turns away from the eyes to stare him down. The knight nods stiffly, but a judgment is being cast. Diluc is being found to be a disgrace in the eyes of the knight. Diluc gives him one last hard look and turns away, walking down the walkway. The knight does the same. Words engrave themselves into the stone over the doorway.
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He looks perfect, the finest example of a knight commander one could see and Diluc's hackles raise. An inner bit of guilt stabs at him as he turns away from the eyes to stare him down. The knight nods stiffly, but a judgment is being cast. Diluc is being found to be a disgrace in the eyes of the knight. Diluc gives him one last hard look and turns away, walking down the walkway. The knight does the same. Words engrave themselves into the stone over the doorway.
'Who are you when all obligations are gone?']