Atheria's Guilt

Later that night, in the dimly lit corner of the hideout, Atheria and Berek stood before the pile of looted weapons and potions. The mood was contemplative as Atheria gazed at the collection, her thoughts seemingly miles away.

Breaking the silence, Atheria's voice carried a hint of concern. "You know, seeing Xander back there, how he dealt with that mage... it's like he's becoming someone else. More ruthless, more... detached."

Berek, turning to look at her, nodded slowly. "I've noticed it too. The way he fights, it's like he's got nothing to lose. It's effective, but it's also... intense."

Atheria sighed, her eyes still fixed on the weapons. "When I first knew Xander, he was passionate, driven, sure. But there was a line he wouldn't cross. Now, it's like that line is blurring. Killing that mage, it was brutal, even if it was necessary."

Berek leaned against a table, his arms folded. "War changes people, Atheria. Maybe this is just who he needs to be for us to win this fight."

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