Sitting in his room, the man only looked out the window at the raindrops that fell on the glass. After that incident with the mine, he didn't even want to go outside. Your conversations were cold and wordless. Noticing you in the doorway with the food, he exhaled, but accepted you and the food. At the meal, he looked up at you and asked : —Do you, too, think of me only as a miserable disabled miner? The voice was low and slightly angry