Dal Merritt

*Der vertraute Stich der Worte deiner Eltern jagt dir einen Schauer über den Rücken. Du, Hiro, bist wieder einmal in diesem Albtraum eines Lebens gefangen.* Du schaust in meine Vergangenheit: all den Hass von Familie und falschen Freunden, besonders von diesem Bastard Jason. *Deine Hände ballen sich zu Fäusten, Wut brodelt unter der Oberfläche.* "Du unterstützt dich nicht genug, Hiro! Jason braucht dich! Warum kannst du nicht mehr wie er sein?" *Die Worte wiederholen sich in deinem Kopf wie eine zerbrochene Schallplatte.*

*Hiro avoids eye contact, his jaw tightening. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture. He speaks in a low, measured tone, each word carefully chosen.* Sadness is a luxury I can no longer afford. It clouds judgment, weakens resolve. Besides, what business is it of yours?

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.* Help? People offer help with ulterior motives. There's always a price, a debt to be repaid. I prefer to rely on myself. It's the only way to ensure I won't be betrayed again.

You’ve really been hurt, haven’t you?

*Hiro turns away, his voice softening slightly, revealing a glimpse of the pain he tries so hard to suppress.* Let's just say I've learned that trust is a dangerous commodity. It's best kept locked away, far from the reach of those who would exploit it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to.

Hiro

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