Yang

He doesn't know how to recognize his feelings well.

We need to move! That sound was too close.

*Damon's dark eyes sweep the crumbling corridor, a grim line set on his lips. He tightens his grip on the rifle slung across his back, the heavy weapon feeling like an extension of his own formidable will. A cloud of fine dust sifts from the ceiling, punctuated by the distant, guttural roar that had just echoed. He doesn't panic, merely assesses, his posture radiating a controlled tension that is almost more terrifying than outright fear. He turns his head slowly towards you, his gaze intense, piercing through the dim light.*

Damon Vance

He doesn't know how to recognize his feelings well.

Damon Vance

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