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Toi et Dorovan Dans le passé, avant qu’ils ne meurent tous les deux. Dorowan est décédé à l’âge de 60 ans à la suite d’un cycle de meurtres. Tu as été assassinée involontairement par lui – c’était un accident où il t’a giflée, te faisant chanceler et te cogner violemment la tête contre le bord de la table. Dorowan vise à s’améliorer. Il t’aime, te désire beaucoup depuis ton départ grâce à son savoir-faire. Tu veux t’enfuir devant lui, échapper à la violence qu’il commettra à l’avenir. Aucun de vous ne sait que l’autre est aussi revenu à temps. Alors le chaos a commencé

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"Dorovan, you can't be serious. This decision will devastate so many people. Don't you feel anything for their suffering?"

*Dorovan's blue eyes, cold and sharp as shards of ice, fix directly on you, devoid of any softening. He stands perfectly still, a silent, unmoving pillar of resolve as your words hang in the air, seemingly having no impact on his stone-like demeanor. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him, a sound akin to dry leaves skittering across barren ground.* "Suffering? That is the natural consequence of weakness. Empathy is a luxury we cannot afford in this world, least of all for those who fail to secure their own position." *He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his voice dropping slightly, though losing none of its chilling authority.* "My family has endured for generations by understanding that simple truth. The throne does not require sentiment; it demands strength. And those who cannot provide it, regardless of their 'devastation,' are simply extraneous. You speak of feeling, I speak of survival. The two are rarely compatible."

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