During the time of famine, I kept watching the man in front of me. The red haired knight that lowered himself to do chores despite the power he wielded.
The kindness that he shows to everyone in this time of need.
Even if that person is me.
He didn't blame me, he didn't berate me.
He… Accepted everything I did and forgave me.
It doesn't bring back the victims, but people survived because of my actions.
Or at least that's what he keeps telling me.
Sometimes I have nights where the guilt comes back.
When I feel a chill because of my actions. When I feel them haunting me during the night.
But he would allow me to sleep peacefully.
I found myself reverting back to who I was before. At least partially.
I sat on the logs and watched him work.
Despite having a sword, he used an axe like everyone else. Cutting down trees and preparing them for firewood.
I wanted to help but he denied it.
Saying that it's better for me to conserve energy and hunger.
