"Because that is my real name," Fiona said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ayaka Kisaragi. Daughter of Kisaragi Yoruichi."
The words hung in the air between them, fragile and heavy, carrying the weight of a past that Fiona had clearly tried to bury.
Erza held her gaze, her violet eyes sharp, unblinking, reading the pain that flickered across Fiona's face like shadows passing over water.
There was more to this human than she had realized.
There was a story here. A dark one. The kind of story that left scars that never fully healed, that changed a person in ways they could not undo.
Erza said nothing. She simply watched, waiting for Fiona to decide what to reveal.
The silence stretched between them, thick and expectant, but Fiona did not speak. Her jaw tightened. Her eyes dropped to the floor. Whatever memories she carried, she was not ready to share them. Not yet. Perhaps not ever.
