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I will focus... Or I will push all thoughts aside...
I decide quickly...
I clear my mind of thoughts... I close my eyes...
Thak... Images of death appear in my mind... My friends... Me... Then battles... with dwarves... and with elves...
It's gone... I allow a spark of thought, and I am immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of loneliness...
It's not scary... I was almost alone for most of my past life (before meeting Ada), and I often had to travel alone through dark places...
This feeling disappears...
I need to do something... After all, someone might be zombified and kill one of us...
At my own risk, I get up... I look around for any hint of the mage's presence...
I decide quickly...
I clear my mind of thoughts... I close my eyes...
Thak... Images of death appear in my mind... My friends... Me... Then battles... with dwarves... and with elves...
It's gone... I allow a spark of thought, and I am immediately overwhelmed by a feeling of loneliness...
It's not scary... I was almost alone for most of my past life (before meeting Ada), and I often had to travel alone through dark places...
This feeling disappears...
I need to do something... After all, someone might be zombified and kill one of us...
At my own risk, I get up... I look around for any hint of the mage's presence...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...