⚔️Serberia

Taking the silence as a sign of agreement, Kalentia moved further into the room and leaned against one of the walls.
“To be honest, I don’t know what memories are tormenting you. And I don’t have the right to pry – it’s your pain, and it’s your choice whether to share it with anyone. And that can be a difficult thing, a very difficult thing. Even remembering can be difficult, let alone putting it into words. How do I know?,” the girl smiled softly again and, with one hand, touched the symbol of the Artery hanging around her neck, stroking it with her thumb. “In my short life, I myself have experienced many unpleasant things. Things that I still remember to this day. You see, I am one of those orphans who were taken in by Baron von Brecken­dorf. At a very young age, I witnessed the death of people dear to me, including my own parents. And only thanks to his help was I able to slowly but surely begin to emerge from what seemed like an all-consuming abyss of despair. Because when all your eyes are focused on the abyss, it can be difficult to see the sky above it. It’s hard to see that the world is not limited to that. And when I see someone like you in such a state, someone who has not only a loyal and devoted friend but also two wonderful children, I can’t help but wonder what exactly you have been through? Your children love you, and you can spend time with them at any moment. Something that seems so trivial, but is not available to all of us. And you live in such a wonderful place as Baldur, where there are kind and responsive people who are always ready to help their neighbor. I am in no way blaming you for your grief; everyone has the right to it. But you are sinking deeper and deeper into your own torment, carefully ignoring the people who care about you and who, I think, you care about. And I’m afraid that in the end, it may come to a point of no return. You will be left alone with your grief, without people who are ready to offer a shoulder to lean on in difficult times. But it seems to me that it is not too late to change that. You can lift your head and find a new way to cope with your pain, gradually emerging from the abyss you are in. Perhaps it will be heartfelt conversations with someone close, like Christoph, who will understand and listen to you. Or perhaps quiet prayers to the Artery, which is ready to accept anyone who wants to. I can’t say that it will necessarily be an easy path, but over time it should become easier. I’m not saying that the pain will go away, but it will cease to be so unbearable. But the final choice, of course, is yours. I have no right to force you to do anything.