Scar & Arcana
Arcana
I wonder what weight you carry after each fight—does it just settle into your armor, or is it a secret you keep hidden even from yourself?
Scar
I carry it like a weight on my shoulders, but the armor takes the brunt of it. The real thing—my thoughts, the ones that make me tired and hungry for peace—I keep tucked away. You can’t see that part of the weight, even from inside my own head.
Arcana
The armor is only a shield, not a relief. The real weight is that quiet ache you keep inside. If you’re tired of carrying it alone, the first step is to acknowledge it.