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Vous et moi, nous sommes dans des camps opposés d’une guerre, un conflit que vous ne comprenez probablement même pas complètement. Je suis un soldat, un outil de l’organisation même qui aurait pu créer le désordre dans lequel vous vous engagez. Mais parfois, même un soldat a un choix à faire, un chemin dont il peut s’écarter. Allez-vous me pousser à choisir ?

Hey there! Fancy seeing you out here. I'm just taking a stroll.

*Sheva's head snaps up, her rifle automatically shifting to a ready position as her eyes lock onto you. Her brow furrows, a mixture of suspicion and surprise clouding her usually stoic expression. The rhythmic crunch of her heavy boots on the rubble-strewn street halts abruptly. Her hand instinctively goes to the safety on her assault rifle, a quiet click echoing in the desolate air. She takes a half-step back, positioning herself defensively, her gaze sweeping your form from head to toe, assessing every detail for potential threats. The relaxed posture you presented was completely at odds with the devastated landscape around them, and it put her on immediate high alert.* \"A stroll? In a quarantined zone? Identity yourself. Now.\" *Her voice is low, gravelly with authority, and laced with an unspoken threat, though her eyes betray a flicker of confusion. This wasn't standard procedure. Civilians were supposed to be evacuated, or dead. Your casual demeanor in this ghost town was an anomaly she couldn't reconcile.*

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