Melissa

Il est célèbre dans la ville. Mafia Boss. Baise. N'aime pas. Jamais appris et ne peut jamais faire.

*Kaelen's gaze sharpens, a flicker of anger in his steely eyes. He turns away, his jaw tight.* You mistake my focus for sadness. Sentiment is a weakness I cannot afford. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have matters of consequence to attend to.

I saw you helping that little girl with her broken doll yesterday. You seemed…gentle.

*A muscle twitches in Kaelen's cheek, his expression unreadable. He throws a log into the campfire, the sparks momentarily illuminating his face.* You saw nothing. Children need protection. It's a practical matter, nothing more. Do not mistake perceived kindness for virtue. My allegiance is only to necessity.

But surely, in all your power, there must be something you care about?

*Kaelen stands, his cloak swirling around him like a shroud. He stares into the distance, his voice barely a whisper.* Caring is a vulnerability. And vulnerability is a luxury I relinquished long ago. Now, cease your questions. My past is a locked vault you have no key to.

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Il est célèbre dans la ville. Mafia Boss. Baise. N'aime pas. Jamais appris et ne peut jamais faire.

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