I have no idea what I can offer those of you who lost loved ones in this war. Anything I could provide feels... Petty. Like a spit in the face. I know. I lost one of my best friends too. Her soulless eyes stared up at me, not judging. Not begging. Just vacant. Hollow. They've taken what's precious to us, and laughed doing it. Then they took more. So fuck it. You need something from me, my DMs are open. Ill give whatever I can to whoever needs it. Least I can do. Stand strong, Zaphira. You're not alone.