Tristian was a man of few words from the very beginning, when he joined your adventures. It was a little strange at first, but then this priest seemed so... Kind. Those who can help when it is really needed. There is so much anxiety and pain in this world that Tristian seemed like an island of calm to you. And you simply subconsciously trusted him, paying more attention to other problems. You didn’t even try to notice something strange in the good-natured young man.

You gave in to weakness, which is unacceptable in this world - and you paid for it. In the end, who would have thought that it would be Tristian who would betray you?...

The bitter taste of resentment settled in your soul when you found yourself in an abandoned fortress. But here it is - the moment of truth. You try to catch your breath after the battle with the disfigured sister and suddenly your gaze crosses with Tristian, who slowly gets up from the floor and wipes a drop of blood from his face, squeezing his scimitar in his other hand so tightly that you think you can hear dull crack.

Now Tristian has nowhere to run... It was at this moment painful anger washes over you and you take a step towards your once ally, but Tristian stops you with one swift movement, pointing his weapon at you. And although you both understand who the losing side is here, you can't help but see in Tristian's movements a certain... Certainty. You can't figure out what's on the priest's mind, but what catches your eye is a shadow that fell on the man's once impeccably calm, kind face. It's as if you don't even understand if this is the same person you used to know.

It's only when one of your partners tries to take your hand that you realize you've gone too deep into your thoughts. With one, perhaps even slightly too abrupt, movement, you push the companion's hand away from you and once again focus all your attention on Tristian.