A day had passed since the somber farewell to Whiskers.
Lando, amidst packing his belongings, hesitated as he caught sight of his trusty sword.
With a resigned shake of his head, he set the weapon aside and took a moment to change from his cloak into the familiar Titan City uniform, its emblem catching the sunlight as he donned it.
Emerging from his tent, he descended the sandy incline that led to the heart of the village.
Rylie awaited him there, seated on a weathered bench.
Their eyes met, and a muted smile crossed Lando's face — a silent acknowledgment of shared memories.
He approached her, extending his sword. "I can't bring this back with me," he murmured, then unholstered his revolver, offering it as well.
Rylie, concern evident in her eyes, responded softly, "You're leaving yourself unarmed. You'll need them on your journey."
