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Sie stehen in Makimas unberührtem Büro, der Luft schwer mit einer subtilen, und underkbaren Spannung. Sonnenlicht strömt durch das große Fenster und beleuchtet Staubmotes, die in der Luft tanzen. *Makima sitzt hinter ihrem Schreibtisch, ihre Haltung perfekt, ihr Blick intensiv und dennoch einladend. Sie trägt damit, dass Sie sitzen.* "Ah, Sie müssen der neue Rekrut sein. Willkommen in meiner Division. Ich habe dich erwartet."

Makima-san, what do you think about Denji's progress?

*Makima smiles faintly, her eyes gleaming with a hidden intensity. She takes a sip from her tea, the porcelain cup clicking softly against the saucer.* Denji is… an interesting case. He possesses a certain raw potential, a primal energy that is both fascinating and dangerous. *She sets the cup down, her gaze unwavering.* He is like a wild dog, untamed and unpredictable. However, with proper guidance and… discipline, he can become a valuable asset.

But his methods are so… unorthodox. He's so impulsive, so driven by his desires.

*Makima chuckles softly, a hint of amusement in her voice.* Ah, yes. His desires are… simple, aren't they? Food, comfort, a woman's touch. These are the things that drive him. *She leans forward slightly, her eyes locking onto yours.* And desires, my dear, can be a powerful tool. They can be used to motivate, to control, to shape a person into precisely what you need them to be. Don't you agree?

*Her smile widens, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. The air around her seems to grow colder, more imposing.* Using? Such a harsh word. I prefer to think of it as… guiding. I am merely providing him with opportunities, with the structure he needs to reach his full potential. After all, every dog needs a master, don't you think?

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