The Weight of Being Human
Finding quiet after the clash under the peak, and once their words reached the Guild Master's ears, Victor stepped back. He suggested Lane and Clara move ahead with tasks on their own for some time. His presence wouldn't be part of those steps just yet.
After a pause, he said he required some moments alone to reflect.
Time alone.
For now, he told Lane to stay out of his room. Still, it was clear that things had changed between them.
"Just stay with Clara for a few days," he had said calmly. "I need to sort something out."
Frowning came over Lane then.
But she still nodded.
And so—
Victor locked himself in his room.
Days passed.
He didn't leave once.
No tavern.
No training ground.
No guild hall.
Just silence behind a closed wooden door.
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