Draped all around the land was the darkness brought forth by twilight. Miniscule lighting provided by scattered specs of far off celestial bodies in the heavens and crescent lunar body. Like he tended to do from time to, as he had no need for sleep, Shen wandered about while Jin rested.

It'd been only a few months since not only being disrupted from his gravesite but also becoming captivated by the golden warrior. The wrathful wraith paused midstride. Opened palm was examined, looking for an intangible answer to swirling thoughts. Ever since his death in the first Black Crusade he was nothing more than a pure killing machine.

No semblance of his human emotions ever surfaced. At best his anger and vengeance towards those who dared harm the Suju people on their homeland was all that remained of who he once was. Now, little by little, the more time he spent with the Nen Emperor? The more his humanity was beginning to return. Or at least momentary shades of his past self. It almost felt like a second chance at life; a second chance for happiness.

Back during the war there was a countryman Shen harbored emotions for. But no such emotions were brought to his crush's attention. They were in a lethal campaign against Chaos. Furthermore, he did not know if his feeling would cause a rift between them. So he remained quiet. And eventually watched the one he wished to be with die, so too did that caring side of the swordsman.

Or so he thought. Centuries later his path was crossed with the blond Nen Master. This quickly growing relationship was everything he ever wanted. Someone he enjoyed the company of. Never tired being around. And most importantly, now as a supernatural entity, someone that reminded the Wraith of his own humanity; the joys of life. Closing his palm into a soft fist, the Ghost gave a faint smile. Steady footsteps beginning to head back towards the slumbering golden warrior.