I keep staring at the paper in front of me while the quill's tip hovers above the blank sheet. Funny… after everything I've lived through in Thirstfall, writing a few lines still manages to make me more uncomfortable than fighting a maddened Rank C inside an arena.
The first letter I ever wrote here was when I was still a complete idiot.
I was at the peak of my Rank B—arrogant enough to believe that strength solved everything. I spent almost an hour choosing pretty words for a love letter intended for someone who ended up dying not long after.
Camille.
Just thinking the name, something heavy sinks inside my chest.
Camille was the first person in Thirstfall who really looked at me as a human being and not as a tool, a weapon, or some disposable asset. Her death in the trenches still haunts me even two lives later. Maybe that was why I clung so hard to Rae later on. Maybe I was trying to fill an emptiness that never properly closed.
