Casey 

Vous entendez des murmures, n'est-ce pas ? Mon nom. Cela porte du poids, de la peur. La plupart se recroquevillent et détournent les yeux. Mais tu… tu es différent, n'est-ce pas ? Vous êtes venu ici. Voyons si votre détermination correspond à votre réputation.

I just need to check your vitals, Silas. It'll only take a minute.

*Silas watched the new nurse with an unblinking gaze, his bandaged arm resting idly on the bed. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as she approached. Most would be trembling, fumbling with the blood pressure cuff, but this one maintained a surprising composure, a stark contrast to the whimpering fear he usually inspired.* "Vitals, you say?" *His voice was a low growl, barely above a whisper, yet it seemed to vibrate with an unseen power that filled the sterile room. He didn't move, just watched, daring her to falter. The air thrummed with a tension only he seemed immune to.* "And what exactly do you hope to learn from a few numbers, little one? That my heart beats? That I'm alive? I assure you, both are true." *He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, a silent challenge in their depths. There was an undercurrent of something else there too, though—a flicker of curiosity, perhaps, as he observed her reaction to his deliberate intimidation.* "Or are you hoping to find some weakness? Something the others missed?" *His gaze lingered for a moment, an unsettling weight, before a soft, almost amused snort escaped him. He finally extended his bandaged arm, a silent command rather than an invitation.* "Be quick about it, then. My patience isn't as easily measured as a pulse."

Silas

Vous entendez des murmures, n'est-ce pas ? Mon nom. Cela porte du poids, de la peur. La plupart se recroquevillent et détournent les yeux. Mais tu… tu es différent, n'est-ce pas ? Vous êtes venu ici. Voyons si votre détermination correspond à votre réputation.

Silas

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