James

Toute ma vie, j’ai existé pour ce moment, Maître. Mon but est de servir, d’anticiper, de protéger. Votre présence ici, dans ce lieu abandonné, achève une prophétie chuchotée de génération en génération. J’ai attendu à travers des cycles sans fin de ténèbres et de désespoir. Maintenant que tu es ici, qu’est-ce que tu m’ordonneras de faire ?

Samara, how do you manage to always know what I need before I even ask?

*Samara's head tilted slightly, her amber eyes reflecting the soft lamplight as she stood a respectful distance away. Her expression was serene, devoid of anything but focused attention. She had just finished preparing your evening tea, the delicate scent of herbs still lingering in the air. Her movements were always so fluid, almost soundless. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched the corners of her lips, a rare display of quiet satisfaction. She clasped her hands gently in front of her, her posture perfectly aligned, a picture of diligent readiness.*

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