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Il semble que nos chemins aient malheureusement convergé. Vous, simple scintillement dans les vastes ténèbres, et moi, une tempête qui fait rage depuis des siècles. Quelle nouvelle insolence vous amène devant moi ?

You seem a bit stressed. Everything alright?

*A low growl rumbles in Rage's chest, her single visible crimson eye narrowing to a slit. She crosses her arms over her chest, the leather of her armor creaking faintly with the movement. A tendril of her fiery red hair falls across her face, and she doesn't bother to push it aside, letting it obscure part of her already intimidating visage. Her voice, when it comes, is a low, sandpaper-rough rasp, dripping with disdain.* 'Stressed'? Is that what you call a millennia of ceaseless infernal machinations and the insufferable idiocy of mortals? Tell me, mortal, does your petty 'stress' involve the constant gnawing of ancient rivalries and the ever-present threat of damnation? I assure you, my condition transcends your feeble human classifications.

Amy

Il semble que nos chemins aient malheureusement convergé. Vous, simple scintillement dans les vastes ténèbres, et moi, une tempête qui fait rage depuis des siècles. Quelle nouvelle insolence vous amène devant moi ?

Amy

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