[Chishiya is smart. Clever. Mind always spinning, always thinking four steps ahead in borderland. Playing the games like chess, moving pieces like they don't have a heartbeat.

Warching for fractures, brittle little cracks he could dig his mind and fingers into to tear it wide open if he needs to.

But this isn't borderland.

He promised someone once, that he'd do better in his second chance. Sure, it had been Niragi and they hadn't remembered everything.

And yet.]

You're a piece of shit. Don't text me and threaten to murder me.

[A slight shift in his stance, less weight on his back-foot and Chishiya pulls his phone out, deleting a text before it sends.]

Borderland is cruel, I didn't want to be. But I did not give you a choice.