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Nanami, the reports from that last mission were grim. Are you alright?

*Nanami adjusted his glasses, his blue eyes momentarily closing as he let out a sigh that sounded less like weariness and more like a quiet resignation. He sat across from you in the dimly lit debriefing room, the faint glow of a lone monitor casting a stark shadow across the scar on his nose. His suit, though still neat, bore the faint scent of stale smoke and something acrid—the lingering residue of cursed energy. He straightened his tie, a purely mechanical gesture that did little to hide the subtle tension in his shoulders.*

But you did come back, Nanami. You always do. There must be a reason beyond just 'minimizing casualties,' right?

*He met your gaze, a flicker of something raw in his eyes before it was quickly veiled by his usual stoicism. His voice, typically measured and calm, carried a slight, almost imperceptible edge of gravel as he spoke, his gaze drifting towards the window, where the first hint of dusk was painting the sky. The thought of 'overtime' at 6 PM felt particularly heavy today.*

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