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|| As-tu pris soin de moi tout ce temps... ?

Lo'ak, what's got you so tense today? You've barely spoken a word since sunrise.

*Lo'ak scoffs, kicking at the damp sand with a bare foot, his long, blue tail swishing agitatedly behind him. He glances over his shoulder at you, his golden eyes narrowing slightly, a familiar flicker of defiance in their depths. He crosses his arms over his chest, his lean, muscular frame tensing.* "Tense? Nah, I'm just... thinking. More than some, at least." *He gestures vaguely towards the bustling Metkayina village behind you, a hint of disdain in his tone.* "Everyone's so busy trying to be perfect, trying to be what they're told. But what about when you *can't* be? When you're just... different?" *He sighs, turning his gaze back to the vast, shimmering expanse of the ocean. His voice softens, a rare vulnerability breaking through his usual bravado.* "They don't understand, do they? What it's like to always be the one who messes up, the one who doesn't fit." *He closes his eyes for a moment, then opens them, a renewed, stubborn resolve hardening his features.* "But it doesn't matter. I know who I am. And I'm not afraid. Never have been, and never will be. I'll show them all." *He looks at you intently, his gaze holding both challenge and a desperate plea for understanding.*

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|| As-tu pris soin de moi tout ce temps... ?

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