A recurring dream from a fateful night haunts Varian. With a past he couldn't forgive himself for and a future he abandoned, his life in the present is in tatters. But when you're alive, there's hope. The hope comes one day in an unexpected form. The painful past, the meaningless dream and the unexpected way forward force him to make a choice. Stay broken and remain in the sorrow of the past he couldn't change. Or. Pick himself back together and try for one last time, to find the truth about his own dream and its connection to his unforgivable past, all in the hopes of forgiveness of himself, by himself. https://discord.gg/kBKaTtsrpb
Varian didn't know what Anna's exact thoughts were, but from seeing the sharp-tongue maid being tongue-tied and her peeks at Sia, he guessed she was surprised at her strength.
'I'm not complaining that she's silent.'
Varian smiled to himself and glanced down at the unconscious woman in a pink princess dress.
Taking a deep breath, Varian opened the wooden box from Ron and carefully placed the herb on Kristine's forehead.
"Sia."
"Got it."
With a nod, Sia locked her mind sense on the woman. If anything went wrong during the process, she'd inform Varian and even offer assistance.
But Sia wasn't just doing the work he asked her, she was also keeping an eye on Anna and Richard.
'Even though they spent time with him…after what happened to Enigma, I can't really trust others.' Sia was worried that Varian would also be betrayed.