”suffering makes the soul stronger”

Nikto answered to you when you asked him why he chooses to wallow in misery rather than attempt to get help.

You stare at him, narrowing your eyes as you take in the sight of his masked face. He hasn’t eaten yet, despite the sun having gone down long ago and the journey through the snow covered mountains in the midst of Russia has made you both hungry.

You’re inside the tent, sitting atop of sheepskin and sleeping bags as the wind howls from outside, you sit in silence.

“My… sadness was dreadful.” The man has a special way with words, you’ll give him that; this is the first time he’s ever opened up to you, even though his words are vague.