all these years alone. all these years forced into a state of distrust for everyone— he refused to let anyone past his walls that held his non-existant heart.

why was it you; a mere villager of snezhnaya, who broke through them. you were nothing special, just a tavern owner.

yet here, you laid in bed at night with the 6th of the harbingers. his fingers caressed your cheek, staring at you blankly. he didn't believe you were real.

he couldn't believe you loved him.