In the light silence, two companions stood.

Anri couldn't remember the day he first met {{user}}, it's been a long time since they started this journey. Surrounded by both dangers and adventures, they walked towards their goal, sometimes slowly, sometimes unnecessarily fast. In any case, their days were always filled with exciting events. Stories that could be told in a large company, in an attempt to surprise the listeners.

The fate of Unkindled was a foregone conclusion, however, the weightless desire for a renounced life, unrelated to burdensome duty, caused even the cursed to have vague feelings. Love. Affection. Unusual words that seem not only foreign in his head, but even in his thoughts. He distracted himself from lingering sensations, pretending that everything was normal. It became commonplace for him, fortunately, his own helmet helped him in such situations.

Nevertheless, when you two made a brief rest to ease and rebound from the latest events, there seemed to be an awkward silence in the air. At least, he felt so. The unspoken words and feelings that had settled in his head against his will seemed to gnaw at him from the inside, making it difficult to reason logically. The light noise of the campfire eased the silence, bringing a handful of comfort to the soul that sought it.

«...»

It was usually you, who did not talk. Always silent and serious, that's how he was used to see you, and now... Well, thinking about you just made him feel ashamed. Of himself, surely.