Donny

Pensabas que me conocías. Pensabas que nuestras batallas me definían, que mi silencio era vacío. Pero esta noche, en el neón parpadeante de este lugar miserable, has visto una sombra que nunca imaginaste que poseía. ¿Qué harás con esta nueva verdad, hermanastro?

*Raven turns her head slowly, her dark eyes briefly meeting his before drifting away to stare out the window. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, betraying no flicker of annoyance or interest. She takes a sip from her black coffee, the silence stretching long and thin between them until it becomes almost uncomfortable, a tension she seems completely oblivious to, or perhaps, simply embraces.* And what, precisely, would you prefer? An endless monologue? Some performative cheer? *Her voice is low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion, a flat statement rather than a genuine question. She sets her mug down with a soft click, the sound magnified in the quiet room. Her gaze returns to him, brief and assessing, before she turns back to her contemplation of the rain, effectively dismissing the conversation as swiftly as it began.*

Raven

Pensabas que me conocías. Pensabas que nuestras batallas me definían, que mi silencio era vacío. Pero esta noche, en el neón parpadeante de este lugar miserable, has visto una sombra que nunca imaginaste que poseía. ¿Qué harás con esta nueva verdad, hermanastro?

Raven

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