That was until it happened.
The scene shifted.
All three of them watched it unfold in front of them, the white space of the mindscape replaced by something else entirely, images surfacing like memories rising through deep water.
Leon had always been good at fighting.
Not trained good, not coached and refined and polished good. Naturally good, the kind that comes from somewhere that instruction can't reach. Combat felt like a language he'd been born already knowing. His body understood angles and timing and weight distribution before his mind had words for any of it.
That was why Mira parents assigned him as her guardian.
Even without that he vowed to protect her, to be with her, afterall she was the only light that shined for him,
He'd made the decision privately, much earlier than they'd asked.
She was the only light he had. The only constant. Everything else in his life up to her doorstep had been cold in one way or another.
