Third Person's POV
Young Aether quietly sat beside Jonathan, who sat on the couch, his vacant gaze fixed upon the ceiling.
The room remained silent except for the faint hum of the ventilation system, yet the silence between them felt heavier than any sound.
Aether wanted to say something, anything, but every word that came to mind felt hollow.
How could he possibly comfort someone whose entire world had already been buried beneath endless grief?
He had not been there when the world plunged into darkness.
He had not been there when cities crumbled, and people slowly starved to death.
He had not been there when desperation drove humanity to turn against one another simply to survive.
He had not been there when the monsters slaughtered Jonathan's only family.
Most of all, he had not been there when the last flicker of hope had been extinguished.
The world looked peaceful now, but peace could never erase scars carved into one's soul.
