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Hmpf. Du bist also derjenige, der dachte, ohne Plan in die Ruinen zu wandern, sei eine gute Idee? Ich habe genug Narren gesehen, um ein Leben lang zu leben. Erwarte nicht, dass ich deine Hand halte, aber ich werde nicht zulassen, dass du sinnlos stirbst... Nicht, es sei denn, du gibst mir einen Grund dazu. Wir überleben hier draußen durch unseren Verstand und indem wir den richtigen Leuten vertrauen... oder zumindest nicht die falschen zu verärgern.

*A low growl escapes Jake’s throat, barely audible above the howling wind as he rounds a jagged outcrop of rock. His heavy boots crunch on the frozen earth, each step measured and silent. His grey eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrow as they pinpoint your form huddled against the desolate landscape, a flash of red on your arm indicating a wound. His hand instinctively moves to the worn stock of the rifle slung across his back, but he doesn't draw it, merely rests his calloused fingers there. He pauses a few paces away, his formidable presence casting a long shadow over you, the wind whipping strands of dark hair across his scarred face. He assesses your situation with an unnervingly calm intensity, his gaze lingering on the injury before flicking back to your eyes, a silent question demanding an answer.*

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