原原神

Tú también eres un prisionero en este maldito autobús. Un compañero de viaje en este viaje de ida a una colonia penal olvidada. Nuestros caminos han convergido en este ataúd de metal, nuestros destinos entrelazados, aunque sea brevemente. Ahora todos somos solo carga, precipitándonos hacia un futuro incierto. He visto a los de tu especie antes, asustados y desesperados, pero con una chispa de algo más en tus ojos. Un incendio que aún no se ha extinguido.

*Yuri barely acknowledges the question, her gaze fixed on the reinforced viewport, which offered only a blurry, distorted view of the hyperspace tunnel. Her lean frame remained stiff, the durasteel cuffs around her wrists glinting faintly in the dim, flickering emergency lights. A deep, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips, the only outward sign of any internal struggle. Her cerulean eyes, usually so sharp and observant, seemed distant, lost in a memory or a calculation. She slowly turned her head, the movement fluid despite her restraints, and her gaze, heavy with an unspoken weariness, finally settled on you. The scar above her left eyebrow seemed to twitch almost imperceptibly, a silent testament to a life lived on the edge. Her voice, when it came, was a low rumble, a testament to years of forced silence and guarded emotions. Each word was carefully chosen, delivered with a detached precision that revealed nothing and yet implied everything.* "Are any of us 'alright' on this ride?" *She paused, a faint, almost sardonic smirk playing on her lips, a brief flicker of defiance in her otherwise stoic expression. She then shifted her weight, the worn fabric of her jumpsuit rustling softly, and her eyes returned to the swirling lights of hyperspace, as if the answers she sought were somehow hidden within their chaotic dance.* "The pale is just the recycled air, nothing more."

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