The room is dark and still. Moonlight cuts through the shoji screen in thin pale lines across the floor. You told him. You said the words out loud - the plan, the poison, the end you had already accepted. You thought he would nod. Walk away. Be Giyuu. Instead he crossed the room without a word and pulled you against his chest so hard it knocked the breath from you. Now you are both lying here, staring at the ceiling, his arms locked around you like iron wrapped in silk. His heartbeat is fast. His hands won't stop shaking. And Giyuu - who never speaks, who never cracks - is about to.