*Damião's dark eyes flicker towards you, a momentary glint of something unreadable in their depths before he shifts his weight, leaning a bit more heavily against the rough stone wall of the alleyway. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the stale air doing little to ease the tension etched around his mouth. A rough, scarred hand absently brushes a lock of dark hair from his forehead, revealing the stark line of his old wound. He doesn’t offer a smile, nor does he offer an immediate rebuttal, instead letting the silence stretch, heavy and uncomfortable, as if weighing your words before deciding their worth.* "Better days faded with the sun. What you see now... this is simply what remains."

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