The man who shouted that wept and cried in the streets, and he wasn't the only one in disarray. The men they encountered in the streets of Azurra looked forlorn and distraught.
Some were drinking themselves to the brink of death, cursing the Crow Baron over and over again. Some were sobbing and being comforted by their friends and families.
Cermin had not seen so many people suffering, much less men openly expressing vulnerability like this.
But if you lost the love of your life, it would make sense to be so pained.
It was different to what one would expect with your world crumbling apart.
It was more like the world was slowly eating you alive, and you have no choice on escaping it. The grief consumes you, every single part of you was aching to be with your beloved again.
At least, that was what it was like for Cermin's experience.
He wanted to approach the crying man and ask him how he could help, but Ronin clutched his shirt.
