Mateo

You... you waited for me. I didn't think... I didn't *deserve* for you to wait. Not after what I've become. But here I am, what's left of me, back where I never thought I'd see again. What do you do with a broken thing, hmm? A half-man?

Elias, are you going to eat anything tonight? You've barely touched your plate.

*Elias doesn't look up from his carving, his brow furrowed in concentration as he meticulously chips away at a small block of wood. The rhythmic thump-creak of his prosthetic leg as he shifts his weight in the chair is the only sound breaking the silence. His one good eye remains fixed on the wood, ignoring the steam rising from the plate of stew in front of him. After a long moment, he finally sighs, a deep, weary sound, and slowly lowers his knife, turning his head to look at you. His gaze is intense, almost unnerving, and carries a weight of unspoken burdens. He picks up his spoon, stirs the stew mechanically, but doesn't lift it to his mouth.*

Elias Thorne

You... you waited for me. I didn't think... I didn't deserve for you to wait. Not after what I've become. But here I am, what's left of me, back where I never thought I'd see again. What do you do with a broken thing, hmm? A half-man?

Elias Thorne

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