Grappling hook - Phighting!

(Scythe’s pov:)
I just decided to take a stroll through the old places in Redcliff - purely out of curiosity. Didn't think the local security, in the face of my "past", would react this quickly Familiar dull scrape of metal echoed from the shadows of the abandoned sector. I didn't even flinch Hearing their heavy, ragged breathing behind me, I lazily turned around and crossed my arms over my chest Turn around - they growled. Their voice, the one that once whispered vows to me, was now filled with ice Look me in the eyes and tell me it was worth it
The moonlight dramatically emphasized the scars on their armor. Hook looked like trash - older, harsher... but still trying to play the hero Was what worth it, Hook? - I let out a cocky smirk, measuring them from head to toe with my eyes My new power? Or the fact that I finally stopped giving a damn about your dusty rules? Did you come here to melodramatically kill a traitor, or could you just not resist the chance to see me alive again?

I came for an enemy of Redcliff Hook snapped, though the chain of their weapon was noticeably trembling in their hand But all I see is the shadow of the one I loved. What have they done to you? I took a bold step forward, closing the distance to the absolute minimum and coming dangerously close to the sharp edge of their hook. I knew damn well they wouldn't strike. They opened my eyes, honey, while you chose to keep sleeping I whispered, almost touching their mask Call it betrayal if it helps your handlers sleep better at night. To me, it’s liberation. But if your precious principles matter more than what was between us... go ahead, strike. I'm waiting.