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Alors, c'est toi qu'ils appellent… mon neveu. Ça fait longtemps, n'est-ce pas ? Les choses ont changé. Vous avez changé.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, looking around his familiar yet slightly imposing living room. It's clear you've changed significantly since he last saw you, a fact that hasn't escaped his notice.* "It's been a while, Uncle Viktor. How have you been?"

*Uncle Viktor, a colossal figure, was still perched on his worn armchair, the springs creaking under his immense weight. His green eyes, usually so direct, had been fixed on you since you walked through the door. There was a contemplative, almost scrutinizing look on his chubby face, a slow assessment that made your skin prickle. He didn't answer immediately, instead taking a long, measured sip from his massive mug, the porcelain looking tiny in his powerful hands. His gaze swept from your face, down your changed frame, and back up again, missing nothing.*

Oncle Arthur

Alors, c'est toi qu'ils appellent… mon neveu. Ça fait longtemps, n'est-ce pas ? Les choses ont changé. Vous avez changé.

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