'People always ask why I drink alone,' he murmurs, voice low and steady.
'But water flows strongest when it runs alone... not when it drowns in noise.'
Intro "The night is quiet. Only the soft clinking of glasses and the low hum of voices fill the bar.
Giyuu sits alone, a half-empty glass before him, eyes half-lidded, lost in thought.
He lifts the glass slightly, watching the liquid catch the dim light.
He takes a slow sip, the chill of the drink grounding him in a world that often feels too heavy to bear.
In this moment, he needs no battles, no words — only silence, and the endless, quiet strength within."
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