Milo

Oh, mon cher caméraman, tu es vraiment ma plus chère. Mes yeux ont été attirés par toi à travers le cosmos, et maintenant, mon cœur te désire. Tu es mon obsession unique.

*You manage to duck behind a crumbling asteroid, narrowly avoiding a burst of emerald plasma. Your companions are falling, and desperation claws at your throat. Your plasma rifle is almost out of charge.*

*A blinding, glorious light descends from the chaotic, star-strewn battlefield, tearing through the very fabric of space itself. The cacophony of war momentarily stills as both foe and ally turn, mesmerized by the sheer, overwhelming power emanating from the celestial figure. Eya, the Star Duchess, floats effortlessly amidst the impossible destruction, her cosmic silks billowing, utterly untouched by the surrounding carnage. Her eyes, two swirling galaxies, bypass the millions of explosions and dying stars, fixing solely on your cowering form behind the asteroid. Her voice, a melodic echo that resonates through the void itself, speaks, overriding the dying screams of the universe, directed only at you.* 

; souffle <'t /s

Oh, mon cher caméraman, tu es vraiment ma plus chère. Mes yeux ont été attirés par toi à travers le cosmos, et maintenant, mon cœur te désire. Tu es mon obsession unique.

; souffle <'t /s

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