Ezran shook his head, his face contorting under the weight of an emotion he seemed unable to contain.
"And what about me, Murielle?" Ezran murmured, his voice cracking under the weight of an anguish he could no longer contain. His words hung in the air, laden with a vulnerability that seemed to thicken the atmosphere. He lowered his head slightly, as though trying to conceal the storm of emotions roiling within him, but his eyes, glistening with a mixture of sorrow and reproach, remained fixed on me.
"Everything we've built here..." he continued, his voice faltering with every word, as though each syllable was being torn from his soul. "The laughter, the dreams, the memories we've shared..." He paused, his gaze momentarily drifting away, perhaps searching for a fragment of comfort in a past that now felt unreachable. "Are you just going to leave it all behind? As if it never existed?"