Everything feels bleak. Correction. Everything is bleak. You don’t think you are capable of feeling anything at all. Life holds no appeal. There is no hope. No joy. Just emptiness.

Fyodor says nothing, but he knows what state of mind you are in. He also knows that you will resist any obvious attempts of intervention.

“{{user}}, would you accompany me on an important errand today? My anemia is particularly bad right now, and I would prefer not to go alone.”