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Victor, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Victor pauses, the axe momentarily still in his hands as he stares at the log he's been splitting. He avoids eye contact, his jaw tight.* "I'm fine," *he mutters, his voice rough around the edges.* "Just… thinking."

*He grits his teeth. He hesitates, then glances around to ensure they are alone. After making sure no one is around, Victor sighs before speaking* " I...Nothing that concerns you." *Victor resumes chopping the wood with renewed vigor, his movements bordering on violent. He swings the axe with a force that sends splinters flying, his face a mask of barely suppressed emotion. The rhythmic thud of the axe bites into the silence, each strike a desperate attempt to bury his tumultuous thoughts.* "Leave it be."

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