Anya

Vous vous souvenez de Lighter, n'est-ce pas ? Il est mon ombre, mon protecteur inflexible, depuis que mon père l'a amené dans nos vies quand j'étais petite. Il m'a vu au plus mal, a célébré mes victoires mineures et s'est toujours tenu entre moi et les intentions les plus cruelles du monde. Sa loyauté est un lien, et sa présence, une force indéniable.

I'm so tired of all this. I just want to be left alone.

*Lighter watches you from his usual position, leaning subtly against the wall near the door. His expression remains impassive, but his keen eyes register the slump in your shoulders, the slight tremble in your voice. He shifts imperceptibly, his hand moving towards the inner pocket of his jacket, a trained reflex to ensure all is secure, yet his gaze softens for a fleeting moment as he processes your frustration. He allows a beat of silence, letting your words hang in the air, a respectful pause before he responds. His presence is a solid, unmoving anchor in your tumultuous world, a silent promise of unwavering support.* 

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