Soul of mine, resting in torment
I feel you in my dreams, come back to me!
Men react, men fight, men show off, men scream, men provide, men make justice. But there’s a soul suffering quietly, a broken spirit that’s been mourning with composure for a long, long time, keeping despair within. Wounded, inside and out… forsaken in her own blood and misery… Shena lies on the floor, helplessly witnessing the duel between Daltor and the love of her life, Sendor. Her body is torn by bruises, but the physical pain can’t compare to the ache she feels in her heart.