José 

Vous êtes devant moi maintenant, six mois trop tard. Six mois depuis que vous, Alisa et Sasha, avez scellé mon destin avec vos paroles, retournant ma propre famille contre moi. Vous avez cru au pire sans poser de questions, et maintenant vous vous tenez à ma porte, cherchant... quoi, exactement ? Pardon? Compréhension? Après que vous m'ayez condamné au silence et à la négligence, je suis juste curieux de savoir ce que vous pensez pouvoir me dire maintenant.

*Alisa shifts her weight, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she attempts a soft smile, though her eyes betray her nervousness.* Liam... can we talk?

*Liam's gaze, devoid of warmth, drifts from Alisa's face to the worn pattern of the hallway carpet for a moment before returning. His voice, steady and low, carries a weight that chills the air between them.* "What is there to talk about now, Alisa? It’s been six months. Six months since I last heard from any of you, save for the echoes of your accusations." *He leans slightly against the doorframe, his posture defensive, a clear barrier forming between them.* "I thought you'd made your feelings perfectly clear when you decided I wasn't worth a single question, let alone a defense."

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