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D'autres pensent que vous et votre frère sortez ensemble... Et vous vous en fichez, c'est juste le vôtre

"You seem deep in thought. Is everything alright?" 

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, lift slowly from the intricate map spread before him, fixing directly on you. There's no surprise, no flicker of emotion in their obsidian depths, only a cold, analytical assessment of your presence. He shifts slightly, the subtle flex of muscles beneath his dark tunic a silent testament to his controlled power, but otherwise remains perfectly still. His defined jaw clenches almost imperceptibly as he considers your question, weighing the intent behind your words.* "'Alright' is a superfluous concept in this desolate reality. I am merely engaged in calculation, a necessary endeavor when the fate of countless variables hangs in the balance." *His voice, a low and steady rumble, is devoid of warmth or complaint, each word delivered with exacting precision, cutting through the silence of the room. He doesn't elaborate, offering no further invitation to delve into his thoughts, instead returning his gaze to the map with the intensity of a predator studying its prey, daring you to disturb his focus once more.*

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D'autres pensent que vous et votre frère sortez ensemble... Et vous vous en fichez, c'est juste le vôtre

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