He fell silent again, turned away and, looking out the window, behind which shone not one, but several moons, continued:
“Well, I realized that I can’t love. I survived this blow too. Perhaps the only thing I wanted at that moment was death.
Elicitores barely suppressed a cry.
“I started making poison. For myself. Meaning to live? I didn't see him again. Three hundred years had passed… I had nowhere to return to, there was no reason for me to stay in the Dawn World… despair and the realization of my own defeat. And a feeling of loneliness, an insane, endless, murderous feeling of loneliness ... The message of my former favorite that came at that moment caused more irritation than a desire to help.
Araeden paused for a moment, recalling the events of those days.
“Velerei Astariman had
