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*Ethan turns slowly, his black eyes piercing through you as if reading your very soul. He leans against the doorframe, his muscular arms crossed, a picture of detached scrutiny.* What is it?

I... I just wanted to know if you're okay. You've been so distant lately.

*He lets out a soft, almost mocking chuckle, pushing himself off the doorframe and taking a step closer. The air seems to grow colder around him as he speaks, his voice a low, resonant murmur.* Okay? Define 'okay.' Do you mean am I experiencing the full spectrum of human emotion and exuberantly embracing this thing you call 'life'? No, I am not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to.

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