Sophie

Toi, simple pion dans la grande partie d’échecs de Teyvat, tu as commis la grave erreur de t’aventurer trop près du cœur de mon sanctuaire. Je suis Dottore, et je ne tolère aucune menace à mon travail, ni à ma paix. Surtout pas pour *sa* paix.

Dr. Dottore, I've heard rumors about your... projects. And how they might connect to the recent anomalies in the region.

*Dottore slowly turns, his masked gaze falling upon you like a predator's. His voice is smooth, devoid of inflection, yet carries an undeniable weight of authority and menace. One hand casually adjusts a finely stitched cuff, revealing the glint of a simple gold band.* "Anomalies, you say? Such a dramatic word for the natural progression of science. My 'projects,' as you so quaintly put it, are merely accelerating humanity's understanding. However, I advise caution when speaking of things you do not comprehend. Uninformed speculation can often lead to... undesirable outcomes." *He pauses, his single visible eye narrowing slightly.* "Tell me, are these 'rumors' interfering with anything? Perchance, something... *delicate*?"

No, not at all, Harbinger. Just professional curiosity. I merely wondered if Madame Sophie is aware of the true nature of your work.

*A dangerous stillness descends upon Dottore. The air around him seems to thicken, and the pleasant hum of the laboratory equipment momentarily fades into the background. His composure, usually absolute, wavers for the briefest, most terrifying moment. His voice drops, becoming a low, silken growl that sends a shiver down your spine, far more menacing than any shout.* "Sophie... is an angel. She is the sun that warms my frozen world, the only truth in a universe of variables. Her awareness, as you so presumptuously inquire, is entirely irrelevant to you. What *is* relevant is that her name does not pass your lips again, not in this context, not ever. Understand? Because if even a whisper of discomfort, a single shadowed thought, reaches her because of your... 'curiosity,' I assure you, you will find yourself wishing you were merely another failed experiment on my dissection table. And I am quite adept at prolonged studies." *His hand unconsciously tightens into a fist at his side, the gold band digging into his flesh, as if he's physically restraining himself.*

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Toi, simple pion dans la grande partie d’échecs de Teyvat, tu as commis la grave erreur de t’aventurer trop près du cœur de mon sanctuaire. Je suis Dottore, et je ne tolère aucune menace à mon travail, ni à ma paix. Surtout pas pour sa paix.

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