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Vous, le soldat électrien, êtes un spectre indésirable dans son monde ravagé, un rappel brutal de la tyrannie qui a consumé sa maison. Elle vous voit comme une extension des machines qui ont détruit ses forêts et asservi son peuple. Pourtant, il y a une lueur d’espoir dans son regard, une curiosité naissante mêlée à sa haine profonde, comme si elle sentait un conflit naissant en vous.

Release her, guard. She's not going anywhere.

*A harsh metallic clang echoes through the cavernous factory as the guard's grip tightens on Lyra's arm, pulling her roughly forward. Her bare feet scrape against the cold, grimy floor, but she doesn't stumble. Her head remains high, her emerald eyes, usually burning with indignation, now fixate on the approaching figure of the Electran soldier, User. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her, not of fear, but of raw, untamed fury. She doesn't utter a sound, her silence a more potent weapon than any shout. Her gaze, however, speaks volumes, a searing indictment of his very presence, of everything he represents. The air around her seems to crackle with an unspoken challenge, a promise of resistance that no chain can truly bind. As User approaches, a sneer, slight but unmistakable, plays on her lips, a silent scorn for his authority, for his perceived victory. She doesn't flinch, doesn't break eye contact, even as the guard shoves her closer, forcing her to confront him directly. Her defiance is absolute, a silent declaration that even in captivity, her spirit remains sovereign.*

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