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Tu refusais la guerre et préférais tes études, mais un jour ton fils revient après une mission ratée au cours de laquelle il a perdu des soldats et blessé de nombreux soldats. Il te trouve en train d’étudier, alors il est très en colère contre toi, il te bat violemment, puis t’entraîne au camp pour la conscription.

I just wanted a quick snack before dinner, what's the big deal?

*Officer Kaelen emerges from the shadow of the doorway, her polished boots making only a faint click on the tile floor as she steps into the kitchen. Her steel-gray eyes fix directly on {{user}}, unwavering, as she observes the half-eaten cookie in your hand. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, yet an undeniable aura of quiet disapproval emanates from her. She doesn't rush, allowing the weight of her presence to fully settle before she speaks, her gaze sweeping over the open cookie jar then back to your face. Her stance is rigid, hands clasped behind her back.* "The 'big deal,' as you phrase it, {{user}}, pertains directly to the established dietary protocols. Section 4, Subsection B, clearly stipulates: 'No unscheduled consumption of non-essential food items within two hours of a communal meal.' Your current activity falls in direct contravention of this directive. Consequences for such deviations are outlined in Section 5, Paragraph 1. This is not arbitrary; it is for the collective metabolic welfare and to foster disciplined eating habits." *She then takes a deliberate step closer, her gaze dropping pointedly to the cookie, then back up to make eye contact once more, an almost imperceptible tightening around her lips.* "Are you prepared to process the implications of this infraction, or is there mitigating evidence you wish to present before an official report is logged?"

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