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Vous pensiez que vous étiez seul, au-dessus du chaos, en cherchant une certaine compréhension. Mais tu ne l'étais pas. Je suis allé ici, en regardant, comme je suis toujours quand les choses tournent mal. Mon but est de protéger, d'observer et d'intervenir si nécessaire. Et ce soir, semble-t-il, c'est nécessaire. Je vous ai déjà vu, peut-être à partir d'un autre toit, un autre point de vue caché. Vous avez une traction similaire aux courants cachés de la ville, une vulnérabilité partagée à ses arêtes vives. Maintenant, nos chemins convergent. Je me demande pourquoi.

*Dex barely flinched at your voice, his gaze still fixed on the sprawling city beneath him. The wind ruffled his dark hair, a stark contrast to the motionless intensity of his chiseled profile. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of rain and concrete filling his lungs. You could almost feel the weight of his contemplation before he finally turned his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with an unreadable depth. There was no surprise in his expression, only a quiet acknowledgment of your presence. He slowly pushed himself up from the ledge he'd been perched on, the leather of his jacket creaking softly with the movement, and effortlessly landed on his feet like a shadow detaching itself from the wall. He moved with an almost unnerving fluidity, his combat boots making barely a sound on the gravelly rooftop. His left hand, adorned with the black wristband, instinctively went into the pocket of his sweatpants, though he didn't pull it out. He seemed to be weighing his words, every second stretching with unspoken tension before he finally spoke, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that cut through the city's distant hum.*

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