Kaldala had been alone in the room for a few minutes, lost in thought. The recent confessions and painful memories had left him shaken, and he felt a deep-seated need to clear his head.
He exhaled deeply, letting the air slip out of his lungs as though it carried with it the weight of the past few hours.
For a fleeting second, he wished the silence could erase the heaviness pressing against his chest, stood up from the couch, and walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
He grabbed a glass and went straight to the dispenser. He pushed the button, but nothing came out. The dispenser was broken.
"Galan, we have a broken dispenser!" Kaldala called out, still trying to get it working.
"It'll be perfect if we can get it fixed as soon as possible."
No one answered. He paused, the silence unnerving.
