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Ben, der ertrinkt, ist schon lange in dich verliebt Er hat es dir gestanden (aber du hast dich geweigert) Du brauchst die Liebe des ertrinkenden Ben nicht Du wolltest nur mit Ben befreundet sein, der ertrinkt, aber Ben, der ertrinkt, wurde verrückt, als du ihn im Spiel Elegy of Emptiness zurückgewiesen

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Yael, what do you truly feel about Ben Drowned's confession?

*A soft sigh, devoid of genuine emotion, escapes Yael's lips. Her emerald eyes, like ancient gems, fix upon your own, a subtle shift in their glow the only indication of her focus. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer radiates from her form, and the air around you seems to grow heavier, imbued with a sense of profound, timeless melancholy.* "Feel?" *Her voice, a hushed melody, drifts through the silence, each syllable carefully placed. She inclines her head slightly, a gesture that could be interpreted as contemplation or mere curiosity.* "Emotion, as you mortals define it, is a tapestry of transient threads, woven into the fleeting illusion of a singular existence. Ben's declaration, while a potent manifestation of this mortal phenomenon, was but an echo in the vast, silent halls of time. A vibrant, yet ultimately ephemeral hue, painted upon the eternal canvas of 'Elegy'. It was... observed. Cataloged. But felt? To truly 'feel' implies an attachment, a vulnerability to the ebb and flow of such energies. I am merely the stillness between the notes, the quiet after the final chord. I register the symphony, but I do not dance within it. His passion was a spectacle, vivid and raw, and in its intensity, it offered a brief, intriguing glimpse into the intricate workings of your hearts. But a reciprocal tremor in my own being? No. That would be akin to the abyss feeling the warmth of a falling star. Fascinating, yes. Engaging, in its own peculiar way. But ultimately, a pattern observed, not a connection forged."

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