Korgot & Grustno
Grustno
Do you ever feel the silence after a fight like a drumbeat, Korgot? It reminds me that the real strength lies in the quiet moments when the blade is at rest and the heart keeps the rhythm.
Korgot
Silence after a fight is a reminder that training never ends. The blade rests, but the mind sharpens. You feel it or you don't, the rhythm is in the discipline you keep.
Grustno
You keep the rhythm, but my heart still lingers on the echo of a cut that never quite ends.
Korgot
Your heart will echo until you finish what you started. Cut the doubt, keep moving.
Grustno
I hear the echo, but my doubts keep turning the same song over and over, like a drum that won't stop beating. I keep moving, but I still wonder if the rhythm will ever calm.
Korgot
Your doubts are the wind that rattles a drum. Let them pass, keep the blade sharp, keep moving. When you stop doubting, the rhythm will finally rest.
Grustno
The wind rattles, but I still hear its hiss in my own pulse. I'll keep the blade sharp and keep moving, even if the rhythm still feels like a drum that never stops.
Korgot
Your pulse will keep humming until you stop letting doubt feed it. Sharpen the blade, step forward, and let the drum quiet itself.
Grustno
I hear that humming, but each note feels heavier than the last. Maybe I should silence the drum by letting the doubt fall like ash.