Curses
After the conference.
Everyone left the big tent without uttering a sound.
They either had an indifferent expression on their face or were contemplating.
Mika exited the tent apathetically, leaving most of his friends behind as they were one of those, who had a lot to think about.
"This may be the wrong time to chat with them." Mika muttered.
It was definitely not the time for a joyous reunion even though they survived a hard battle.
"..."
He decided to stroll around the shelter for a little while before going to sleep.
It left a bitter taste in his mouth, seeing the people taking shelter here as the scent of despair, anxiety and sadness was lingering strongly in the air.
Mika heard the people's broken voices.
And yet, he could do nothing to help them now.
He neither had the resources nor the strength to help. Not even words filled with hope and optimism would sway them.