He always hated the idea of being a weaker man. There was no body left, nor a soul that demands life. It's an existence where nothing remains, leaving only a lost story. When death had been near several times, Zed felt the glimpse of that feeling.
𓆩Shen stayed calm at Zed’s words. He didn’t want his presence to feel like a burden, so he spoke softly while placing the small box on a nearby piece of furniture.𓆪