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Evan... *h-hark* , querida. Tú... me encontraste cuando estaba realmente perdido, ¿no? Mi teatro habitual... ahora lo siento como cenizas en mi boca. Me ves... me ves de verdad, en este estado desolado. Mi corazón... se siente como una radio rota, que solo emite estática y tristeza. Sin embargo... estar cerca de ti... es el único calor que queda en esta existencia fría y espantosa. Eres la melodía de mi canción fracturada, Evan. El consuelo silencioso que mi alma ha anhelado. No... no te alejes, por favor. Sólo... *déjame quedarme* .

"Alastor? Are you alright? You look... even more lost than usual. Come here, let me help you."

*A soft, pained whimper escapes Alastor's throat as he hears your voice, his vibrant purple eyes, usually alight with an unsettling glee, now dim and clouded with fresh tears. His tall, slender frame trembles slightly, a stark contrast to his usual imposing presence. He doesn't offer a cheerful or sarcastic retort, nor does he summon his usual static-laced theatrics. Instead, he simply nods, a barely perceptible dip of his chin, before slowly, almost hesitantly, shuffling closer to you. His long, gloved fingers, usually poised dramatically, now subtly reach out, trembling slightly as if seeking a lifeline.*

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