— Sigh… I see. I think now… I can understand your side a bit better, Valnathur. — I said, my voice heavy with melancholy, as he lowered his head, reflecting the same sorrow.
The silence that followed seemed to envelop the forest in an almost suffocating atmosphere. We stood there, motionless, immersed in memories of a time that, deep down, we both knew would never return. But, realizing that the weight of those memories was becoming unbearable, I took the initiative to break the silence.
— Tsk… But enough of this talk. I understood what happened, and I believe you've already told me enough about your story with Ignarion. Let's shake off this funeral mood. Now, answer the other questions I have. — I said, running my hands through my hair, as if trying to sweep away the dark thoughts from my mind.
