For a moment, the intensity in his eyes softened. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"With that money… in Sindra, I could build something. Start a business. Something stable. Something real. A life beyond fighting…"
"No… no. What am I thinking?" He lowered his gaze to the sword again, the steel gleaming like a reminder. "First, I win. Then… maybe."
A soft knock pulled Nolan from his thoughts. He pushed himself up, walked over, and opened the door. Cynthia stood there, holding a tray.
"Oh… it's you," Nolan said with a faint smile.
"Yes. Here—take your meal," Cynthia replied, her voice gentle. On the tray was a simple serving of eggs and bread.
"Wow… such an amazing combo," Nolan chuckled, accepting it from her.
Cynthia gave a small smile, then turned and slipped away without another word. Nolan set the tray down, ate quietly, and soon stretched out on his bed. Sleep came quickly, carrying him into the night.
