Goals And Ambitions

"What do you mean?"

Thard - Harl drew a frown on his face. He had not expected that this young and arrogant player was going to refuse even though he asked.

Raith's eyes stayed on the ground, a few seconds of silence lay still between the two suspending what is to come with the ropes of what is now.

Finally Raith broke the silence, his head down.

"I don't know if I deserve anything… I don't know anymore… I -I don't know if I should continue this struggle…"

Raith looked up at Thard - Harl. His eyes were torn with sorrow, broken… as if they had been staring all along into the flames that burnt their loved ones – tears streamed down from his redden eyes.

He clenched his chest. It was hard to breath. Incredibly hard.

The frown on Thard - Harl's face slowly relaxed. This was unexpected. In all his prediction of Raith's response, he never thought of this one.