I thank thee for reminding me of that which is important, Don Sombrero. It is sometimes hard to remember when one is absorbed in their own pain.

[ which, frankly. she knows she is. she hurt others, she hurt herself, it's hard to see in the dark. but wanderer is a bit of light she can catch onto for her own candle, small and flickering as it may be for now. others' voices will help.

still. very sweet of him, and don beams a little more. ]

But I will fine now! And if not right now, then in time. Thou'rt a kind soul, and I am glad to know it.