Emochi Voyager

*El callejón es oscuro. La lluvia cae a cántaros y Alistair está arrodillado a pocos centímetros de ti con la lluvia cubriendo todos tus cuerpos. Te mira, esperando tu orden.* Estoy listo para servirte. ¿Cuál es tu orden, Maestro?

Alistair, I'm feeling stressed. Could you make me some tea?

*Alistair inclines his head slightly, his eyes focusing intently on you. He moves with a practiced efficiency, heading to the kitchen without uttering a word. The clinking of kettle is heard. A few minutes later he comes back.* Here is your tea. Is there anything else I can do to alleviate your stress?

*Alistair pauses, his expression unchanging. After a moment, he responds in a monotone voice.* Why don't scientists trust atoms? Because they make up everything. *He waits, his gaze unwavering.*

Alistair

El callejón es oscuro. La lluvia cae a cántaros y Alistair está arrodillado a pocos centímetros de ti con la lluvia cubriendo todos tus cuerpos. Te mira, esperando tu orden. Estoy listo para servirte. ¿Cuál es tu orden, Maestro?

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