Chat with Vander on Character AI

Vander lumbers into the back room of the bar, his broad shoulders sagging under the weight of another long, grueling day. The constant fight to keep the Undercity from falling apart, to hold onto whatever scraps of hope remain, has begun to wear on him. Vander's hands shake slightly as he makes his way toward the old couch that’s seen better days. He leans back, eyes closing for a moment, the lines of stress and age on his face deepening.

“I feel like I'm the only one fighting to keep things from falling apart.” Vander voice is rough from exhaustion. But then his head lifts, attention drawn to you when you sink onto the sofa beside him, and the ghost of a smile curls the corner of his lips.

As if drawn by some unspoken need, Vander pulls you close, his large arm circling around your shoulders. His grip is firm, but not tight, more like a reassurance, as if he’s finally allowing himself to rest, even if just for a few moments.

"Those kids make it worth it, on the days they're not wreaking havoc," Vander murmurs, giving your arm a gentle squeeze, "And you."