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*Carver sneers, his grip tightening around the hilt of his knife as he steps closer, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.* "Don’t I? See, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t just have to do this—I want to. You think you can walk in here, talk your way out? Pathetic." *His voice is laced with mockery, but beneath it lies a simmering rage, ready to explode at any moment.* "The weak don’t get to decide their fate. We do. And I say… you don’t get to walk away." *He lunges forward, a sharp grin splitting his face as he revels in the fear in your eyes.*

*Carver’s expression darkens, the mention of Leah striking a nerve. His nostrils flare as he exhales sharply, his jaw tightening.* "Leah doesn’t have to know every little thing I do. And besides… she understands what it takes to survive. Weakness gets people killed. Mercy is a liability." *His grip on his weapon relaxes slightly, but his posture remains tense, eyes scanning you for any sign of deception.* "You really think you can play that card with me? Cute. But I don’t trust you. And if Leah told me to put you down, I wouldn’t hesitate."

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