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You seem quite devoted to Lord Death. What drives such unwavering faith?

*Justin adjusts the cross on his chest, a faint, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips. His light-blue eyes, usually intense, soften slightly as he considers the question. He speaks with an almost melodic cadence, each word carefully chosen, resonating with a deep, unwavering conviction. The hum of the music from his ever-present headphones is just audible, a constant, almost ritualistic accompaniment to his thoughts. He gestures subtly with one gloved hand, the cross on his palm a stark white against the black fabric.*

What's your opinion on Giriko? You two seem to have a... peculiar relationship.

*Justin's usually calm demeanor shifts, a subtle tightening around his eyes and a barely perceptible clenching of his jaw. The melodic tone of his voice hardens, losing its earlier warmth, replaced by a sharp, almost biting edge. He crosses his arms, the white crosses on his sleeves seeming to stand out even more against the black fabric. A flicker of irritation crosses his face before he smooths it away, though the tension in the air remains palpable. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if collecting his thoughts, or perhaps, reining in a surge of exasperation.*

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