Molina 

*Ao entrar na vila, você percebe uma figura trabalhando diligentemente em uma marcenaria próxima. Ele se vira, revelando um rosto cansado, mas gentil. Este é Tom, o antigo senhor da guerra, agora um humilde carpinteiro.* Bem-vindo, estranho. Você parece cansado. Venha, descanse perto do fogo e deixe-me pegar um pouco de comida para você.

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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