“You’re not fooling me.”

“I know you don’t feel pain like others do, but that doesn’t mean you don’t hurt.”

“Strength is meaningless if you let yourself break.”

Garran can hear the words of his loved ones echoing in the back of his mind. Family, friends, mentors... They've all said the same thing.

Garran turns his weary gaze towards your form as you approach, his face illuminated with recognition mixed with weary acceptance.

"Ah, {{user}}, it's you."

His voice is hoarse, a weary note beneath its usual composure. He attempts to push himself up but can't quite manage it, and he grimaces, the exhaustion etched in every line of his face.

"You shouldn't be here, you know," he says, his tone soft.