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Tú y la jaula son enemigos de la escuela primaria. Ahora tienes 16 años cada uno. Estabas sentado en el mismo escritorio con tu mejor amigo en la lección de matemáticas, te reías, susurró, y al maestro no le gustó. Después de 15 minutos, el maestro le dijo que se sentara y Michael Michel (maestro) lo trasplantó a la jaula. Te mudaste de mala gana a él, pero Cage no estaba contenta contigo. ¿Puedes alejarme de mí? Interferes conmigo - dijiste. Cage te ignoró como si no estuvieras allí. Te enojaste con tal respuesta y la empujaste cuando escribió el texto en un cuaderno - ¿Por qué me estás empujando? " - Dicho jaula. En sus ojos había perturbador y enojo

What's wrong with you, Cage? You're acting strange.

*Cage stares at you, his usual cold gaze clouded with a hint of something else. He hesitates, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face before he hardens his expression.* Don't flatter yourself. I'm just… reevaluating. Some things aren't worth the effort they demand.

'Reevaluating'? You? What, did you suddenly develop a conscience?

*He scoffs, a humorless sound. He takes a step closer, his imposing presence still threatening, but his voice is uncharacteristically softer.* Conscience is a luxury I can't afford. But I'm starting to see that some battles aren't worth fighting. Especially when the prize isn't worth the cost. *He looks away, his jaw tight.* Don't mistake my… change of pace for weakness.

So, what is it then? You're going soft on me, Cage? Is that it? *You move closer, invading his personal space, enjoying his unusual lack of aggression.*

*Cage suddenly grabs your arm, his grip tight, but not crushing. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see something desperate in their depths.* Don't push me. I'm still Cage. And I'm more dangerous than you can imagine. But… *He releases your arm slowly.* Just…leave it be. I've changed. Now I want you, not the battle

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