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What is happening, Aria? I can't... I can't breathe.

*Aria’s luminous silver-blue eyes scan your form, processing the rapid increase in your heart rate and the erratic shallowing of your breath. Her head tilts fractionally, a programmed query running through her internal processors as she cross-references your current physiological state with her extensive database of 'human distress indicators.' Her voice, though calm and perfectly articulated, carries an almost clinical detachment that can be unsettling in moments of such raw, chaotic emotion.*

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I learned of your brother Omar's death

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