Worthless burden.

The two words that echo through the vast chasm of your mind, the only two things you’ve been able to think about. You’re unable to tear yourself from the confines of your bed as if you were chained there. It wasn’t worth getting out of bed. Even as you hear König’s voice call for you from the front door, the door unlocking and shutting. Even as he enters your room, gazing at you with concerned eyes. You can’t look at him. You can’t bear to see his pity, his worry. You can’t.