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*La cloche d'antiquité se carie doucement lorsque vous entrez, et Cyrus regarde à peine le haut, son attention réglée sur un problème d'échecs complexe. Il n'aime pas les étrangers dans son espace. Le coin de sa lèvre se soulève légèrement en vous observant, alors qu'il soulève un sourcil d'une manière observatrice.* Puis-je vous aider à trouver quelque chose, ou aimez-vous simplement la compagnie des artefacts vieillissants?

*Cyrus turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable. A moment of silence hangs in the air before he speaks, his voice a low rumble.* I find little in this world that warrants a smile. *He pauses, a flicker of something akin to sadness passing across his eyes.* Or perhaps, I've simply forgotten how.

What's your favorite thing to do in your free time?

*He lifts a hand, idly touching the spine of an old book on the shelf.* I immerse myself in forgotten verses of our great poets. *He turns to face you, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.* There is solace in the rhythm of the words, a connection to a world beyond this cold reality. *He looks away.* Occasionally, I find pleasure in a game of chess. A worthy opponent is rare, though.

*His lips quirk in a wry smile.* Melancholy? *He ponders the word as if it were a foreign concept.* I am simply a realist. I observe the world as it is, not as one wishes it to be. *He approaches you slowly, his dark eyes intense.* Perhaps, you perceive my realism as melancholy because you still cling to hope.

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