#ashwatthama

Dear Yudhishthira , Karna and Ashwatthama please go to therapist.

Thinking carefully about Duryodhana's palace, Ashwatthama was thrown into the altar with anger and a broken heart. Ashwatthama thought that his defeat was not terrible. What scared him was that Duryodhana lost his will to live. The world relied on Surya's light, but this light was too weak for him. Only the beating heart of Duryodhana is the real sun. After the defeat, how would those people describe Duryodhana's palace, full of poisonous snakes and insects, gathering all the evil things in the world? But Ashwatthama once stepped into this palace, relying on the vessel of water lotus, and the curtains that were blown by the breeze, Duryodhana leaned on it and patted the empty space next to it. Ashwatthama thought that only this person could make me forget life and devote myself to death. As a warrior, Ashwatthama's palms should be kept dry, but he was sweating like rain in the palace where he was surrounded by enemies. Just like the sacrificial ceremony of the God of Fire, the battle flags are raised higher and higher, and the blood and tears merge together.