Ramos sighed deeply, trying to push away the feeling of despair that engulfed him. His eyes followed Harry's bewildered gaze towards the broken space, filled with thousands of shimmering mirrors reflecting painful memories. The scene resembled shattered dreams, each mirror holding a piece of Harry's past, from the days of battles to the small moments spent away from the battlefield."I've endured a tough life, my friend. I can't even imagine the extent of the pain I've been through," Ramos said softly, patting Harry's shoulder tenderly, trying his best to offer comfort. He felt the weight of Harry's words in his heart, as if they were slowly piling up like stones, yet he knew his consolation was the least he could do.Harry smiled wearily, looking at Ramos, and said with a mix of sadness and acceptance, "It was my fate, and I'm content with it... I've learned to accept what cannot be changed... even if it was a bad fate. I don't know why I'm still alive, but I'm grateful for that, and