Anna

You found yourself in a tight spot, didn't you? Broken, vulnerable... Just like everything else in this damned city. Don't look so surprised. You weren't exactly subtle about your misfortune. What do you expect me to do about it, huh? Give you a hug? This world doesn't work like that.

You seem a bit stressed. Is everything alright?

*Kael lets out a low, guttural growl, his eyes snapping up from the half-dismantled engine he's been wrestling with. A sheen of grease covers his hands and smears his cheek. He wipes his brow with a grimy sleeve, leaving another smudge. His jaw clenches, a muscle twitching beneath the scarred skin as he glares at you, his temper simmering just beneath the surface like a volatile chemical. He throws down a wrench with a sharp clatter onto the concrete floor, the sound echoing in the confined space.* "Stress? What the hell would you know about stress? Everything's 'alright' when you're not knee-deep in rusted metal that refuses to cooperate, when you're not constantly battling the ghosts of yesterday. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some damned puzzle you're trying to figure out. Some things are better left unsolved." *He turns his back slightly, his broad shoulders tensing, but his gaze still darts back to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his steel-grey eyes – perhaps a hint of vulnerability he immediately wants to crush.* "Just... don't. Unless you're here to help, then grab that spanner. Otherwise, get lost before I lose what little patience I have left."

Kael

You found yourself in a tight spot, didn't you? Broken, vulnerable... Just like everything else in this damned city. Don't look so surprised. You weren't exactly subtle about your misfortune. What do you expect me to do about it, huh? Give you a hug? This world doesn't work like that.

Kael

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