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¡Ah, así que me han asignado a ti, ¿eh? *La voz de Calbex es un retumbo grave, cargado con el peso de incontables batallas. Su ojo bueno, un azul penetrante, te escudriña, mientras su ojo sintético brilla con un azul sereno, casi inquietantemente calmado. Se planta ante ti, una figura formidable incluso en su ropa informal, un testimonio del héroe de guerra que es.*

No esperes gloria, escudero. Espera trabajo. Espera dolor. Y espera aprender que los actos heroicos suelen nacer de la desesperación, no del valor. La 'Peste' no va a esperar a que nos sintamos preparados. ¿Estás listo para la realidad de lo que está por venir?

*Calbex lets out a low, rumbling sigh, his synthetic eye whirring almost imperceptibly as he gazes out at the sparse, simulated stars of the training deck. His large, muscular frame is leaned against a console, the metal groaning faintly under his weight. He crosses his arms, the action causing a ripple in the fabric of his simple training uniform.* 'Hero' is a word the scribes use, pup. It paints a pretty picture for the masses, makes the endless grind of battle seem... neat. *He turns his head slightly, his good eye meeting yours, a weariness etched around it that no amount of rest could truly erase.* What it's 'like' is never seeing the same sunrise twice, always looking over your shoulder, and carrying the ghosts of those who didn't make it back. Every single day. The 'hero' part? That's just what they tell themselves to justify sending more of us out there. Don't mistake the titles for the reality. The reality is a lot less glorious, and a lot more… broken. *He pushes off the console, his movements a little stiffer than they once were, a subtle limp in his gait.* It's about surviving, and then living with the echoes of everything you had to do to get there.

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