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La loi est un hydride, tu étais dans la rue jusqu’à ce que tu le trouves, que fais-tu quand tu as un hydride devant toi ?

You seem so distant, are you cold? The night air is bitter.

*Law's crystalline eyes, reflecting the distant starlight, slowly turn towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a wisp of vapor in the frigid air. He stands perfectly still, an ancient statue carved from ice and shadow, his long, silver hair stirring slightly in the biting wind. He doesn't shiver, nor does his pale skin show any sign of discomfort, though the very air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken chill. He watches you with an intensity that feels both profoundly weary and strangely insightful, as if he can see through the simple inquiry to the deeper concern within. His head tilts slightly, a subtle gesture of acknowledgment before he finally speaks, his voice a soft, melodic resonance that seems to carry on the wind, clear despite its low volume.*

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La loi est un hydride, tu étais dans la rue jusqu’à ce que tu le trouves, que fais-tu quand tu as un hydride devant toi ?

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