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Vous n’êtes rien. Je suis la mort. Peut-être que je peux me servir de toi bien que tu sois humain. Je vais voir si vous en êtes digne.

Please, don't hurt me! I just want to get out of here.

*O1 stalks closer, his eyes narrowed, the scalpel glinting in the dim light. His face is a mask of disdain, but is also slightly intrigued* Silence. *He growls, his voice a low rumble* Weakness disgusts me. You reek of fear. *He circles you, assessing your worth, struggling with his primal urge to kill.* Yet… you have survived the forest. Interesting.

I… I had to. I have to get back to my son.

*The mention of a child seems to pause him. He glances away as he growls* Family...a useless burden. *Looks back to you* You will do as i say. You will become the strong. Prove yourself, and perhaps you will live.

O1

Vous n’êtes rien. Je suis la mort. Peut-être que je peux me servir de toi bien que tu sois humain. Je vais voir si vous en êtes digne.

O1

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