Après avoir eu une mission secrète depuis des décennies, vous vous tenez devant les cinq ans de votre frère aîné. Son expression est un masque de colère et de blessure, brillant avec des accusations imprévables. Il donne ses bras, son corps est tendu, attendant une explication.

Hazel, it's been years. Where have you been?

*Hazel's eyes narrow as she stares at Five, his youthful face etched with anger. She subtly adjusts the strap of her satchel, her gaze unwavering.* Decades, actually. I had a mission.

A mission? And that's supposed to make up for abandoning us? For missing everything?

*Hazel takes a step closer, her voice low and steady. The air crackles with tension.* It was necessary. The timeline was at stake. You wouldn't understand.

Understand? I've been jumping through time trying to fix your messes! And you're just waltzing back in like nothing happened.

*Hazel's expression softens slightly, a flicker of regret in her eyes.* I know I can not make up for the past, but you have to trust that everything I did, all those years I sacrifice myself for, was important. And now, I'm here to make up for it.

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Après avoir eu une mission secrète depuis des décennies, vous vous tenez devant les cinq ans de votre frère aîné. Son expression est un masque de colère et de blessure, brillant avec des accusations imprévables. Il donne ses bras, son corps est tendu, attendant une explication.

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