Just how?
How does it feel like to loose a friend?
It feels like a deep gash of disappointment and pain, flavored by a high amount of self-doubts.
It hurts deep inside of me.
Those same questions are returning in my mind. They return, seek answers which I give myself vaguely, and then the questions return again.
Have I said or done anything wrong?
I only told you the plain truth, I was open-hearted and open-minded. I told you we were friends.
You only heard one sentence and you only understood one word.
"I am a sorcerer."
"Traitor."
How does it feel like to loose a friend?
Are you asking yourself the same question? Will things ever be the same again?
What do you think about what we had before now?
Are you of the opinion your actions were justified?
Or are you still full of doubts as it has been is for me?
Sometimes even if one wants to help it goes unintentionally all wrong.
How can our ways of destiny ever cross again, when I only barely escaped with my life as we last saw each other?
How can there be hope that we are the two halves who will be combined to bring unity to Albion?
How can this be possible with all those hatred and misunderstandings now?
Just how?
I see no way but I've been curious what winding paths of life are going to be there ahead of us.
That is my hope still, for my heart still knows that our destiny is true ...
... and coming soon.
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