Together

Ryu coughed; his body almost entirely shutting down on him. He didn't even need to look at himself to know that he wasn't in a good condition. Well, the pain was certainly enough to tell him that. 

And yet, his eyes weren't focused on himself at all. Instead, he was looking ahead to the Roc Prince that basked in the tribulation lightning above, a wide grin on his face. 

He had been told all his life that dual‐wielding spears was impossible, so much so that he had abandoned the path himself, taking another. 

A part of him had always lusted after that for nothing more than his vanity. But for the sake of his wife, he didn't bother to return to it. 

He had tried other things, even going toward close combat for a while, but these were all in acknowledgement of Ailsa. It was what she would have wanted him to do. 

This, though… this was for him.