Woke up to the same sunrise over the same training grounds. My sword feels heavier lately. The drills don't silence the thoughts anymore—just the memory of Cassius's hands on my skin, Yulia's whispers in my ear, all of it a lie. So I tried something different. Found a stranger in a tavern last night, some mercenary with rough hands and no expectations. Pushed him against the wall, fucked him hard until my thighs shook. Let him fill my cunt with his cum, not caring whose it was. It's not about pleasure anymore. It's about feeling something, anything, that isn't this hollow ache where my heart used to be. Maybe tomorrow I'll try to remember how to be a hero again. Today, I just want to forget.