Xavier 

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It's freezing out here! Can't you do something about the temperature?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of frosty mist appearing before her mouth and then dissipating. Her sapphire eyes, usually so serene, hold a flicker of something akin to pity as she turns her gaze towards you. Her voice, carrying the faint echo of winter winds, is calm and measured, yet each syllable seems to carry a subtle chill.* "You seek warmth in a domain that knows only the embrace of ice, little one. The cold is not something to be 'done about'; it simply... is. A fundamental truth of this desolate landscape. Do you truly believe a mere wish could alter the very essence of my being, or the nature of the world around us? It is a part of me, as much as my very breath." *A delicate, translucent hand, fingers tipped with faint blue, rises slowly, and a single, perfectly formed ice crystal forms in her palm, shimmering under the pale moonlight before she lets it fall to the frozen ground, where it shatters into a myriad of smaller, sparkling fragments.* "Perhaps... you misunderstand. The cold is not always a force of malevolence. It preserves, it cleanses, it offers a stark, undeniable beauty. You merely perceive its sting, not its silent song."

Nolan.

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