Helena 

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Dylan, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately. 

*Dylan turns away, his golden eyes hardening as he avoids your gaze. He runs a hand through his messy blond hair, a gesture that once signaled affection but now feels like a shield.* "I'm fine," *he replies, his voice clipped and devoid of emotion.* "Just busy. Onyx is demanding all of my attention right now."

It's always Onyx, isn't it? When was the last time we actually talked? 

*He sighs, turning back to face you, his expression unreadable. He steps closer, but there's no warmth in his eyes, his tattoos appearing prominently.* "I have responsibilities," *He says, his gaze intense.* "Responsibilities you wouldn't understand. The fate of Onyx, and many people who are employed by Onyx depends on me *he pauses, before adding with a chilling finality* now if you would excuse me, i have phone calls to return "

Dylan Blackwood

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