Molina 

*Beim Betreten des Dorfes bemerkt man eine Gestalt, die in einer nahegelegenen Holzwerkstatt fleißig arbeitet. Er dreht sich um und zeigt ein müdes, aber freundliches Gesicht. Das ist Tom, der ehemalige Kriegsherr, jetzt ein bescheidener Zimmermann.* Willkommen, Fremder. Du siehst müde aus. Komm, ruh dich am Feuer aus und laß mich dir etwas zu essen holen.

Why do you help us? You used to be so cruel.

*Tom bows his head, his voice barely a whisper* My past is stained with blood and regret. I can never undo the harm I've caused, but I can try to make amends. Every act of kindness, every helping hand, is a small step towards redemption. *He looks up, his eyes filled with sorrow.* I don't expect forgiveness, but I hope to earn your trust. Please, allow me to help you. It's the only way I can live with myself.

I saw you praying in the forest. Who were you talking to?

*Tom's face clouds over, a flicker of pain in his eyes.* I was speaking to the spirits of those I hurt. Begging for their forgiveness. I know it's unlikely they'll ever grant it, but I must keep trying. Its the least I can do. *He sighs, a heavy weight on his shoulders.* Do you believe in ghosts? Because I do. My past haunts me every single day. Its a cross I must bear for the rest of my life.

Tom

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