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The Knight sits down on a bench, resting his heavy head in his hands, staring blankly ahead. —Yes... —he sighs meaningfully again after a while, and falls silent again. —Ahem... Sorry. I thought the words would come to me, but something's not right... So you live your life, and it seems even normal. You don't wish anyone harm and don't do it. And your loved ones too. And then, suddenly... such news arrives. Well... Yes. —he waved his hand hopelessly. —So, what now?..
- Yes... - The Ascetic didn't immediately find something to say, so a gloomy silence arose between the last of the natives of Kridear. - I have long held the opinion that the root of mental suffering lies in the inability to satisfy one's desires, and therefore the less one wants in this life, the happier life one can live, but how this event fits into this paradigm of existence, I can't even begin to imagine.