### * Fanfic - Throws Games: The Penitant of Lost Almates *
#### ** Chapter 3: Reality Fissures **
The dense mist felt Winterfell looked more heavy than usual, as if the environment was tuned with the inner turbules of its inhabitants. The echoes of the battle had left scars not only in the field, but in the soul of each one who survived. Elliott Wigan, still a shadow between the living, moved as a spectrum normed by collective pain, his presence almost an extension of the despair impregnated in the walls of the ancient fortress.
** First contacts **
After his proposal proposal, Elliott had been observing the reactions of the noble gathered. Jon Snow, in particular, crossed a field of emotions. The Winterfell lord had a weight of his past and the horror of the choices made, while the disturbing image that Elliott had also created danced in his mind, challenging his resistance.
It was on a storm night that the first real contact settled. Elliott sat in a dark corner of the armor room, in the penumbra, while Jon Snow walks from one side to the other, lost in his own nebulating thoughts. He stopped, his eyes scanning the darkness to land in the young Bastard who challenged his world.
"Do you have something to tell me?" Jon asked, the voice hardened by distrust and pain. He felt the EliLott's presence as an imman, a call that his own soul could not ignore.
"I see you, Jon," said Elliott, with a sad smile that contradicted his shaving aura. "You fight against more than just the dead. You fight against yourself. Let me show how to turn this fight into something ... bigger. "
** The proposal **
Together, they sat on a wooden table that seen a surrounding darkness around the winter. The brightness of a single candle illuminated the faces of the two young people, revealing the signs of an old fight: a marked by the duty, the other by despair. Elliott lel meant, his voice a conspiratory whisper.
"I can help you pure the chaos of your life. The great battle that you catch in your heart can be the key to freeing souls that have become prisoners of their own choices. Together, we can felt a blow against the true darkness that permeates that world. "
Jon shook his head, the mistrust still consuming. "What would be the price, Elliott? What do you expect to win with that? "
"A harbor, redeem, Elliott, responded to his voice between the angle of an anguish. "And a chance of confronting the devour that lies in us, in all. The balance between good and evil is essential. The purification of souls is only the beginning. There is hope, Jon, but your understanding and sacrifice are essential for that. "
** Revelation Sombria **
It was then that Elliott decided to reveal a glimpse of his own best and more obscure present. He advanced his hand, allowing Jon to feel his scars that adorn his arms. A touch of the day made the room space to shine and fill up. Jon saw the faces of souls that Elliott had rescued, but also saw those who had lost, their expressions distorted by repentance. Each of the souls still cried for attention.
The battle was not just against external forces - it was a constant struggle against human nature itself. Jon saw the side of a hero who had become villain, and the bound connection had united the two young people. At a time of fragility, Jonathan asked, "And if you're wrong? What if your actions just feed the pain cycle that tries to end up? "
Elliott took a deep breath, realizing the weight of his words. "Every choice carries your own load, Jon. What I do is to prevent the apocalypse to come in multiple forms. But I understand your fear. Being by my side can be equally liberating and risky. And if you can not trust me, then you can not trust yourself. "
** The decision of Jon **
Jon felt a whirlwind within himself. The fight that had faced all his life resurrected in a cascade. To become the man who needed to be, he had to risk, to understand the consequences of his decisions. As he contemplated, a thought he assaulted him: the pain cycle already existed - as an eternal cycle of shadows. But Elliott ... Elliott was a different force.
Elliott, realizing the doubt that still hit the air, got up and went to the outlet. "We'll have more opportunities, Jon. Chaos never turns away permanently. But remember: When you look inside yourself, you will also have to accept those shadows that shape our true being. "
With that, he disappeared in the darkness of the hallway, leaving Jon Snow alone, once again divided between the light and the shadows that inhabited his interior. Jon now faced a personal dilemma: Accept the dark way of a stranger in search of redemption or remain in the limbo of their uncertainties?
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* Between echoes of shadows and promises of redemption, Jon Snow approached a choice that could shape their so much destiny and Elliott Wigan. Each corrupted soul brought with it a burden, and every decision could approach them or separate them irrevocably. *