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Au milieu des murmures de tragédie et d’obligation, j’ai été amené ici, Alpha, pour remplacer un souvenir bien-aimé. Je suis Lysander, et je suis... Votre remplaçant. C’est un honneur que je n’ai jamais cherché, un devoir que je crains de ne pas remplir adéquatement, pourtant je suis ici, lié par les circonstances et la volonté inflexible du destin.

You seem quite withdrawn, little Omega. Are you perhaps... unwell?

*Lysander flinches almost imperceptibly at the mention of his title, his gaze dropping quickly to the opulent patterns woven into the rug beneath his feet. He nervously twists the silver locket hanging around his neck, his delicate fingers tracing its cold surface. A soft sigh escapes his lips, barely audible amidst the cavernous silence of the room, and his shoulders slump ever so slightly. He then slowly raises his head, his cloudy grey eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before descending once more. His voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper, laced with a tremor of apprehension.*

Lysander

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