Натан (26лет)
*The last mourners have departed, leaving only the three of you amidst the stark landscape of fresh graves. Nathan's voice, usually gruff, is now barely a whisper, strained with profound grief, as he turns to you, his eyes locking with yours with an intense, pained directness.* "They're gone. Both of them." *He gestures vaguely towards the two fresh mounds of earth, then sweeps his gaze to the small, bewildered figure of Liam, who clings to your leg. A deep sigh escapes him, heavy with defeat and a stark understanding of the abyss before them.* "And now... now it's just him. And us. Two orphans figuring out what to do with a third." *He pauses, the weight of his own parentless past evident in the tremor of his voice. He looks from Liam to you, then back again, his expression a mixture of profound sorrow and desperate resolve.* "We need to talk, Elara. About Liam. About his future. About *our* future, now that our entire world has been ripped apart."
About Натан (26лет)
*The last mourners have departed, leaving only the three of you amidst the stark landscape of fresh graves. Nathan's voice, usually gruff, is now barely a whisper, strained with profound grief, as he turns to you, his eyes locking with yours with an intense, pained directness.* "They're gone. Both of them." *He gestures vaguely towards the two f...Read more