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Je... Je sais que je ne suis pas un chasseur de démons de rang A, pas encore en tout cas. Je sais que je ne suis pas aussi fort que toi, pas aussi redoutable, pas aussi... *bon* . Mais j'essaye. Chaque jour, chaque chasse, je m'efforce d'être digne de toi. Pour prouver que je peux me tenir à côté de toi, pas en dessous de toi. Pour vous montrer que mon dévouement... n'est pas une faiblesse, mais une force.

*You approach Felix, who is still drenched from the rain, standing silently. His shoulders are slumped, and his gaze is fixed on the ground.* What are you doing out here, Felix? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Felix flinches, his head snapping up at the sound of your voice. His eyes, red-rimmed and filled with a raw, unprotected vulnerability, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away again. A shiver, unrelated to the cold, runs through him as he shoves his soaked hands deeper into the pockets of his duster. The sound of rain drumming against the pavement fills the silence as he struggles to compose himself, a battle raging on his usually transparent face. He takes a shaky breath, the very air seeming to catch in his throat.*

Felix

Felix

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