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*Ryum looks at the floor, his shoulders hunched, not even taking out his headphones.* I thought that you were different... apparently I was mistaken, I'm sorry for the inconvenience... I hope with them you will be much better...

*Anya's hand, which had gently touched his shoulder, now falls, but she doesn't move away. Her gaze, usually sharp and direct, softens slightly as she observes the raw pain etched on his exhausted face. The air in the stairwell feels heavy, thick with the weight of his words and the misunderstanding that had just ripped through him. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, recognizing the profound hurt in his voice, the weary surrender she had only ever seen in flickers until now. She knows this isn't just about what he saw; it's about everything he's endured.*

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