[ hong lu brightens. the glint of cyan of his one, blue eye is like a little star. he looks the man up and down, in a new light, one that bleeds blue. hong lu thinks - he doesn't look exceptional in strength. perhaps this city has revived him often enough. but that can't be it all on its own.

fascinating. hong lu takes a step closer. his hand flits up in an airy wave. ]

You must be strong, then. Or maybe he's killed you a few times for it? It doesn't seem that way, from the way you talk about him, though. Hey, did he take your eye? [ hong lu's hand ghosts towards the lining of the man's sole eyepatch, ] And will you be my friend, too?