Averted his gaze from hers as she spoke,  her voice soothing, bringing a warmth to his core that he had not felt in years. The warmth soon turned to rage as she gave her name, to him the visions only grew stronger, giving life behind the beautiful visions he dipped into. As she spoke of the hollowed. The knight turned to her, sword being pulled free from the dirt though remaining by his side. “I’m what?” He bellowed, glaring at her from beneath his hood.<br/><br/>Rough movements caused the tattered cloth to dip back, revealing dark, muddied strands of hair at the side of his scarred cheek. Realizing this, he lowered his head, only to note the fallen knight by his feet.. it was indeed one of his own, though he did not know who it was, or if it was simply someone that stole the suit before they too lost their mind. He’d point to the knight, his gaze raising up to match hers as he spoke out, his voice holding a deep, royal vernacular that demanded respect. “Like him? No… not yet. Why have you come here, girl?”<br/><br/>He couldn’t use her name, he couldn’t admit that she was indeed real. Nothing in this realm held so much life and beauty as she did, for that he clearly knew as fact.