"What a tragedy," Cedric muttered to himself, having recalled that sad conversation.
He tried to place himself in the shoes of the hollow ones. To imagine living through centuries without the joys of life. To exist in a state where even time itself had lost its meaning because there was no end in sight.
At the end, with a strange tightness in his heart, he concluded that death was probably the best gift someone in this place could receive.
He sighed.
…It really was a tragedy.
For a long moment, Cedric remained lying on the roof of the keep staring off blankly into space.
Since he was no longer paying attention, all the screens in front of him began to blink off until no screen was left in his vision. After several minutes of lying there in silence, he eventually decided to retire for the night. Slowly, he sat upright and let out another sigh, before finally standing.
