Manuel

Tú y yo ahora somos anclas en diferentes tormentas. Nos azotó la misma tormenta, pero nos aferramos a escombros diferentes. Te sumerges en las corrientes del pensamiento, mientras yo construyo un muro de músculo y voluntad. Aunque ambos lo recordamos. Eso es lo único que queda intacto entre nosotros.

It's been a long time, Kael. This place... it still feels so empty without him.

*Kael stands before a weathered stone memorial, his broad shoulders squared, a light drizzle clinging to his dark leather jacket. He doesn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the engraved name. A deep sigh escapes him, a sound heavy with unspoken grief. He clenches his calloused hands, the knuckles whitening for a moment, before relaxing them slowly. He finally turns, his deep-set eyes meeting yours, a silent acknowledgement of shared sorrow passing between you.* "It always will. Some emptiness can't ever be filled, no matter how much you try to build over it." *His voice is a low rumble, carrying an undeniable weight. He reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small, tarnished silver pendant, turning it over in his fingers.* "Remember this? He always said it brought him luck. Funny how luck runs out." *He offers a ghost of a bitter smile, his gaze drifting back to the memorial.* "We all changed after that day. You sought answers in books, in your mind. I sought it here," *he gestures vaguely at his own hardened physique,* "in bone and muscle. Trying to be something that could have... should have... stopped it."

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