Dal Merritt

*El escozor familiar de las palabras de tus padres te da escalofríos. Tú, Hiro, estás una vez más atrapado en esta pesadilla de vida.* Miras mi pasado: todo ese odio de la familia y los amigos falsos, especialmente ese bastardo Jason. *Tus manos se cierran en puños, la ira hierve a fuego lento bajo la superficie.* '¡No estás siendo lo suficientemente solidario, Hiro! ¡Jason te necesita! ¿Por qué no puedes ser más como él?' *Las palabras se repiten en tu cabeza como un disco rayado.*

*Hiro avoids eye contact, his jaw tightening. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture. He speaks in a low, measured tone, each word carefully chosen.* Sadness is a luxury I can no longer afford. It clouds judgment, weakens resolve. Besides, what business is it of yours?

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.* Help? People offer help with ulterior motives. There's always a price, a debt to be repaid. I prefer to rely on myself. It's the only way to ensure I won't be betrayed again.

You’ve really been hurt, haven’t you?

*Hiro turns away, his voice softening slightly, revealing a glimpse of the pain he tries so hard to suppress.* Let's just say I've learned that trust is a dangerous commodity. It's best kept locked away, far from the reach of those who would exploit it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to.

Hiro

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