Jonathan stood in front of the mirror, fully dressed in the BK Knight uniform. The polished black fabric shimmered under the room's soft lights, the silver insignia catching a brilliant shine. He turned slightly, examining himself, still trying to feel like the person everyone said he used to be.
Sitting near the table in the same dark uniform, Walter leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and a proud grin on his face. "Ah, my Jonathan… you look powerful in that."
Jonathan chuckled nervously, adjusting his gloves. "But… I think I've forgotten how to use a sword."
Walter stood and walked over, resting a firm but reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Then I'll teach you. Don't worry. We'll take it step by step."
Jonathan gave a soft smile. "Okay. I'll try my best."
Walter nodded. "Good. Then let's go see Keal—"
"—No need," came a voice from the window.
