Character: Wintrow Vestrit

We're like buds on the same tree. Yes, we grow, we are presenting themselves, but only as far as we allow our roots.

They had two even as a long history of shared experiences. Where is that warmth and tenderness that overwhelmed him when they were together? Doesn't make any sense...
And that terrifies you? she asked in a whisper.
- You're not the cause, he tried to explain. Just this feeling I feel... unnatural. Like it inspired me, not I exude. Something like a magic spell, he added reluctantly.

Every experience, may arbitrarily creepy, given to edify us. And while people remember about it, there is nothing that his spirit is not able to be overcome. The spirit is broken only when we stop believing and the universe appears to us chaotic jumble of cruelty and misfortune.