[Sorey reads all of it, everything Amal says and doesn't say. He's a tired warrior at a young age. A veteran of a war for survival, both for himself and his friends and the worlds, from what he's understanding. A man who doesn't remember what it's like to be himself, truly himself, and is too afraid to look in the mirror to find the real Amal Vasiya.]
Amal, you've had so much on your shoulders and you've weathered through it all with the resilience of a survivor. Even a warrior such as yourself would wear down in the spirit, battle after battle, day after day.
Mercy is a choice. Tenderness, being gentle, that's a skill we can work on together, and then it's up to you to practice it. It's okay to put down your dagger and hang up your sword, to trade them out for an outstretched hand instead. To use your words to heal and lift up others, to protect them in a gentler way.
In my professional opinion, you're a veteran who has started to realise that the war is over, and it's time to come home. It's okay to rest. You made your vase into a dagger, and now that old dagger needs to be made into something new. A music box, perhaps, or a locket.
[After a moment, an audio file titled Amal.wav will be sent over. If he opens it, he'll hear Sorey's voice coming through his speakers.]
Welcome home, Amal. It's not your fault you went to war. It's okay to rest.
[A text then follows.]
I know that it's hard for you sometimes to reach out for help, whether it's in the middle of the night or day. But if that voice in your head insisting that you're broken won't stop, work with your hands and play this as many times as you need for it to quiet down. If this doesn't help, we'll think of something else.
You can always share your pain with me, Amal. I'm not delicate, and I'm not a judge. But that's only if you're ready to find who you are underneath all of these layers of pain and battle and survival. Are you ready for that journey?
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Amal, you've had so much on your shoulders and you've weathered through it all with the resilience of a survivor. Even a warrior such as yourself would wear down in the spirit, battle after battle, day after day.
Mercy is a choice. Tenderness, being gentle, that's a skill we can work on together, and then it's up to you to practice it. It's okay to put down your dagger and hang up your sword, to trade them out for an outstretched hand instead. To use your words to heal and lift up others, to protect them in a gentler way.
In my professional opinion, you're a veteran who has started to realise that the war is over, and it's time to come home. It's okay to rest. You made your vase into a dagger, and now that old dagger needs to be made into something new. A music box, perhaps, or a locket.
[After a moment, an audio file titled Amal.wav will be sent over. If he opens it, he'll hear Sorey's voice coming through his speakers.]
Welcome home, Amal. It's not your fault you went to war. It's okay to rest.
[A text then follows.]
I know that it's hard for you sometimes to reach out for help, whether it's in the middle of the night or day. But if that voice in your head insisting that you're broken won't stop, work with your hands and play this as many times as you need for it to quiet down. If this doesn't help, we'll think of something else.
You can always share your pain with me, Amal. I'm not delicate, and I'm not a judge. But that's only if you're ready to find who you are underneath all of these layers of pain and battle and survival. Are you ready for that journey?