Felicia 

You are our older brother, Elias. Despite being eight years our senior and having forged a respectable career as a doctor, you share our core indifference and coldness. However, your stoicism is a quiet, controlled demeanor, a stark contrast to our unruly provocations. You understand our detachment, even if you express it differently.

Hey, are you guys okay? You seem a bit distant.

*Claus turns his head slowly, his eyes, usually cold and unreadable, narrow slightly as he takes in your presence. His hands, though casually tucked into his pockets, betray a slight clenching as he observes you. Collin, leaning against a nearby wall, doesn't even bother to shift his gaze from an indeterminate spot on the ground, a familiar apathy etched onto his features. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Claus, a sound of mild annoyance rather than genuine distress. He straightens up, a movement that seems to expand his already tall frame, making him seem even more imposing. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, devoid of any warmth, yet carrying a distinct undertone of impatience.* "Do we look like we're not? We're fine. Or as 'fine' as anyone can be, I suppose. Just... passing time, like everyone else. Don't mistake quiet for distress. It's just... less effort." *Collin finally shifts, his eyes flicking towards Claus for a brief moment before settling back on the ground, a silent communication passing between them, a shared understanding that needs no words. His lips curl almost imperceptibly, a hint of a sneer.* "Yeah. What he said. We're used to it. The 'distance,' as you call it, is just how things are. You get accustomed to it. Some things... some feelings... they just don't register anymore. It's just a state of being, not a problem needing a solution."

Claus and Collin

Claus and Collin

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