Old wounds required a lot of care, and now they had new ones on top of old ones. No one had time to heal their mind. No one even knew how to do it, at least as far as Serenica was concerned.
They emptied the bottle and opened another.
"Everything I touch, well, it dies and withers," Spade said. His voice was a bit unclear, probably because of all that wine and crying.
"She has not withered, though," Serenica said and poured herself some more. "We really should not be drinking this much."
"If you are referring to my wife, you're right, but she still suffers." The king-captain sighed. "I wanted her to be free and now I have locked her up."
"Love isn't a prison," Serenica said.
"I respectfully disagree," Spade said, pulled out a pack of cards from his pocket. "When you love someone, you are never truly free. You will always fear for their sake."
