'What should I feel?'
Neirin wondered as she dived deep into her thoughts. Her eyes reflected the woman's frame.
The woman's trembling hand, chapped lips, and her body that was struggling to breathe as she helplessly asked for help.
How long has it been since she started kneeling there begging for a spare change and even the mercy of the gods who were deaf to their believer's plea?
No.
What a useless thought.
Can these thoughts bring justice to this woman at all?
Neirin scoffed at herself. Rowan's voice was loud, yet what was this? How come she's not feeling anything at all.
A state of calmness as if Neirin had entered a place suited for her to meditate.
Wide white floors and walls. There, she stands, without any expectations, without any thoughts.
Just her existing.
Regret and even guilt.
That's what she should feel right now.
