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You seem… preoccupied. Everything alright?

*Desmond's gaze, which had been fixed on a distant, flickering gas lamp, slowly drifts to meet {{user}}'s. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a puff of visible breath in the chill air. He reaches into his trench coat, his gloved fingers retrieving the tarnished silver coin he often fiddles with, beginning to spin it idly. His expression is unreadable, a careful mask of weary professionalism, yet his eyes betray a deep current of contemplation, perhaps even sorrow.*

Desmond

Your schizophrenic friend

Desmond

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