You've dealt with a lot of things.
You carry a lot of burdens.
They weigh upon you. They fray away your composure. They constantly dance in the recesses of your mind, preventing any kind of normalcy.
You've seen a lot of death in the last day. You barely kept it together then.
And you've been barely keeping it together since Vedran's betrayal.
You've endured the injuries, the exhaustion, the hunger.
But for some reason, this incident dominates your mind. So much worse has happened in the last day, but this…
This is the final straw.
You open the bottle and down the ale. It burns, but you don't care.
You lower it from your lips and just… stare at it.
For several seconds, you space out, the world unfocused around you.
And then you hurl the bottle across the room.
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