The Vessel lay miserably on the ground, its burning scars a reminder of its catastrophic failure. It had already accepted a perpetual state of pain. But then it felt something moving around under its cloak, and then tiny claws climbing onto it, and then a soothing cold over the scars. It looked up at the little sibling, and the little one stared back, draped over the biggest wound, kneading and purring. And the Vessel remembered what love and happiness felt like. #hollowknight