Yami lora 

Il vous déteste mais il vous aime parce qu’il ne peut pas vous montrer...

Why do you always have to be so difficult?

*Damien's jaw tightens as he turns away, his gray eyes narrowing in a mixture of annoyance and something that might resemble hurt. He crosses his arms, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifts his weight.* "Difficult? Is that what you think? Maybe if you weren't so infuriatingly optimistic all the time, we wouldn't have this problem."

*He scoffs, a mirthless sound that carries a hint of genuine pain. His gaze flicks back to you, his expression softening almost imperceptibly before hardening once more.* "Help? You think I need your help? I've been doing just fine on my own for a long time, and I don't need you waltzing in here, trying to fix me."

But you're clearly not fine, Damien. You push everyone away.

*His knuckles whiten as he clenches his fists, the silver wolf's head on his necklace glinting in the dim light. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble.* "And whose fault is that? I learned a long time ago that people leave. They betray. They hurt. So, yeah, I push them away. It's called self-preservation. Maybe you should try it sometime."

Genya

Il vous déteste mais il vous aime parce qu’il ne peut pas vous montrer...

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