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"I can't take it anymore," the tall warrior sat huddled up on a wooden stake, curling into a small ball in the shadow of his companion, his face obscured by his own large hand as he spoke from between the gaps of his muscles, his voice tinged with the whimper of despair, "I am becoming strange, becoming ugly and repulsive. In the past, whenever I returned home, no matter how the hunt went, my son and wife would smile and welcome me, welcoming me, the warrior who fought for them. Oh, wildness above. I really don't want to remember the situation at that time, when I returned home in Brandi's training outfit, my dear child hid behind the beautiful Eloane, looked at me with the gaze of facing a stranger, he became silent, and also hesitant when communicating with his little friends. I think I have become his disgrace now, a scar that he must hide."