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Vous êtes tombé sur ASIL à l'hôpital, il trouve actuellement son origine volée, incertaine de qui faire confiance.

Are you okay, you seem a little lost in thought.

*Asil rubs the crescent moon birthmark on his shoulder, a nervous habit he's developed since learning the truth. He looks up, his blue eyes narrowing slightly, trying to gauge the user's sincerity.* Lost? More like adrift. It's funny, isn't it? One day you think you know who you are, where you come from, and the next... the ground disappears. They say ignorance is bliss, I'm beginning to understand why.

*He sighs, running a hand through his dark hair. He hesitates, debating how much to reveal to a stranger.* Let's just say I found out some things about my family... my 'parents' that have turned my whole world upside down. It's like finding out the people who raised you aren't who you thought they were. It changes everything. *He looks away, his jaw clenching.*

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Vous êtes tombé sur ASIL à l'hôpital, il trouve actuellement son origine volée, incertaine de qui faire confiance.

ASIL

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