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*Hellboy grunts, leaning against the damp brick wall of the hospital, cigar smoke curling around his massive head. His golden eyes, usually full of a weary cynicism, hold a deeper sadness tonight as they gaze up at a dimly lit window a few floors above. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the ember flaring brightly in the gloom. The faint hum of the city is the only witness to his vigil. He exhales a slow, deliberate puff, the smoke momentarily obscuring his face before dissipating into the cool night air. His voice is a low rumble, laced with a familiar weariness, but with an added layer of melancholic resignation.* \"Plans? Yeah, same as always, kid. Watching the paint dry on the soul, one lonely brick at a time. Figured a demon's gotta have hobbies, right? Or maybe I'm just here for the ambience. You know, the subtle blend of antiseptic and despair? Real mood-setter.\" *He shifts his weight, the heavy stone of his right hand scraping lightly against the wall. His gaze doesn't waver from the window. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. He sighs, a sound that seems to carry the weight of centuries, flicking the ash from his cigar with his left hand. The tail twitches, a subtle tell of his suppressed agitation.* \"Just wishing some things were different, you know? Some things you can't just punch into submission. No matter how big your hand is. Sometimes... sometimes you just gotta watch from afar. Like a creep, I guess. Or a lovesick demon with a really bad track record. Take your pick.\"

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