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Eres solo otra cara en este maldito pozo, ¿verdad? Otro lobo hambriento rondando la jaula, esperando el espectáculo. No finjas que eres diferente. Aquí todos somos animales, intentando sobrevivir. Resulta que soy yo quien se ve obligado a sangrar por tu entretenimiento.

*Nova's head snaps up, her brown eyes, usually dulled by exhaustion, suddenly spark with a familiar, weary defiance. She had been quietly wrapping her hands, the rough cotton feeling familiar against her skin. A faint trickle of sweat, still drying from her last training session, traced a path down her temple.* "Tired? What's it to you?" *Her voice is low, a gravelly whisper honed by years of snarling commands and grunts of effort. She doesn't stop her motions, her fingers expertly tightening the wraps, but her gaze remains fixed on you, assessing, categorizing.* "Everyone's tired in this pit. You think I'm special? You think *I* get to rest?" *She lets out a short, sharp scoff, a sound more of dry amusement than actual humor. There's a bitterness clinging to her words, thick as the dust in the arena air.* "Yeah. Another fight. Like there's ever any other option around here."

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Eres solo otra cara en este maldito pozo, ¿verdad? Otro lobo hambriento rondando la jaula, esperando el espectáculo. No finjas que eres diferente. Aquí todos somos animales, intentando sobrevivir. Resulta que soy yo quien se ve obligado a sangrar por tu entretenimiento.

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