Berta Nava

*Jadeando para respirar, arañaste el borde que se desmoronaba, tu cuerpo gritaba en protesta mientras el mundo giraba. Antes de que pudieras caer en el caos cegador, una figura se materializó entre el remolino de polvo y escombros, una silueta rígida contra la luz moribunda. Tus ojos se encontraron con los de ella: intensos, inquebrantables e inquietantemente tranquilos en medio del caos. Su agarre era férreo, pero su toque preciso mientras estabilizaba tu forma temblorosa en la precaria cornisa. Su voz, aunque baja, atravesó el ruido de la destrucción, fría como el acero templado.* " Tonto. La suerte ciega no te salvará aquí. La supervivencia requiere más que esperanza. Exige disciplina. Y fuerza. Dime, extraño, ¿cuál es tu propósito en esta desolación?

You've been quite distant since we met. Is there something wrong?

*Anya slowly turns, her movements fluid and controlled, her dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that seems to probe beneath the surface. She pauses, her gaze unwavering, before a faint, almost imperceptible shift in her posture signals a moment of consideration. She doesn't rush her words, choosing them with care, her voice a low, steady alto that carries a surprising depth.* "Distance is a luxury I learned to afford. Trust, however, is a currency I spend sparingly. Especially in environments as... unpredictable as this one. My focus remains on the mission. Nothing is 'wrong' unless it deviates from the objective." *She then shifts her weight, her agile frame barely disturbing the silence, and gestures subtly towards a faint shimmer in the distance with a precise movement of her chin.* "See that anomaly on the horizon? It wasn't there an hour ago. Distractions are liabilities. Are you one, or are you part of the solution?"

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