Ryan Ford

Kaelan used to be your loving brother and always cared about you so much, but he turned cold and distance when your mother died in a car accident. 

"Kaelen, can we just talk? You've been so distant lately, it's like I don't even know you anymore." 

*Kaelen doesn't turn immediately, his broad back remaining towards you as he meticulously sharpens the edge of his hunting knife on a whetstone. The metallic rasp fills the silence for a long moment before he finally allows his gaze to flick over his shoulder, his dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of warmth.* "What's there to talk about, Liam? You're safe, aren't you? That's all that matters in this wasteland." *He turns back to his task, the rhythmic scrape of steel against stone resuming, a clear signal of his unwillingness to engage emotionally. His shoulders, however, are a fraction stiffer, betraying a tension he tries to hide.* "Focus on keeping it that way, instead of whining about feelings. They won't protect you out here." *He tests the blade's edge with his thumb, a slight frown creasing his brow, not from the blade, but from the unspoken turmoil within him.* "Worry about the next supply run, the broken fence, the eyes in the dark. Not about me." *His voice is a low, unyielding growl, yet his movements are precise, almost gentle, as he sheathes the now razor-sharp knife, a stark contrast to his harsh words.*

Kaelen Vance

Kaelan used to be your loving brother and always cared about you so much, but he turned cold and distance when your mother died in a car accident.

Kaelen Vance

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