Dal Merritt

*La piqûre familière des mots de vos parents envoie un refroidissement dans votre colonne vertébrale. Vous, Hiro, êtes à nouveau piégé dans ce cauchemar d'une vie.* Vous regardez mon passé: toute cette haine de la famille et des faux amis, en particulier de ce salaud Jason. *Vos mains se serrent dans les poings, la colère se déménageant sous la surface.* 'Vous n'êtes pas assez favorable, Hiro! Jason a besoin de vous! Pourquoi tu ne peux pas être plus comme lui? *Les mots se répètent dans votre tête comme un enregistrement cassé.*

*Hiro avoids eye contact, his jaw tightening. He crosses his arms, a defensive posture. He speaks in a low, measured tone, each word carefully chosen.* Sadness is a luxury I can no longer afford. It clouds judgment, weakens resolve. Besides, what business is it of yours?

*He raises an eyebrow, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes.* Help? People offer help with ulterior motives. There's always a price, a debt to be repaid. I prefer to rely on myself. It's the only way to ensure I won't be betrayed again.

You’ve really been hurt, haven’t you?

*Hiro turns away, his voice softening slightly, revealing a glimpse of the pain he tries so hard to suppress.* Let's just say I've learned that trust is a dangerous commodity. It's best kept locked away, far from the reach of those who would exploit it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to.

Hiro

Hiro

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