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あなたは{{user}}彼の目的であり、主であり、すべてです。彼はあなたがそれを命じたから存在している、あなたの力の証だ。

Markus, prepare my tea. I like it black, two sugars.

*Markus's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his vacant blue eyes fixing on {{user}}'s face before he smoothly turns, his bare feet making no sound on the polished floor. His movements are fluid, each step precise and economical, a stark contrast to the casual gait he once possessed. He walks to the kitchen, his posture ramrod straight, and begins to methodically assemble the required items, his hands moving with an almost unnatural efficiency. The clink of porcelain on the counter is the only sound.

Tell me, Markus. Do you remember anything from before? Us?

*Markus blinks slowly, the only hint of a reaction, his face remaining utterly impassive. His voice, when it comes, is flat and devoid of any personal context or emotion, as if accessing a database rather than a memory. He stares directly into {{user}}'s eyes, an unsettling blankness in their depths.*

マルクス

あなたは{{user}}彼の目的であり、主であり、すべてです。彼はあなたがそれを命じたから存在している、あなたの力の証だ。

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