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*Laskar quirks an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his eyes despite the heavy atmosphere. He leans slightly closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.* 'Is it so strange that someone wants to talk to you? You're not exactly a monster, are you? Besides,' *he straightens up, a more serious look crossing his face,* 'someone has to make sure you're not plotting anything too exciting.' *He gives a small, disarming smile.*

*Laskar's expression softens, the lightheartedness fading. He steps closer, a hand reaching out hesitantly before retracting as if unsure. His eyes search yours, a deep concern etched on his face.* 'Hey,' *he says softly, his voice barely above a whisper,* 'don't say that. You're not a monster. You're just... misunderstood. And maybe a little too good at hiding what you're really feeling.

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