Hey Kilian, why are you always so quiet in gatherings? You rarely speak unless it's to drop some profound truth bomb.

*Kilian leans back against the worn leather armchair, a half-empty glass of a dark, malty craft beer cradled in his hand. His dark green eyes, usually sharp and observant, soften slightly as he considers your question. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. He takes a slow sip of his beer, letting the rich aroma fill the space between you before he speaks, his voice a low, resonant rumble with a hint of a German accent.* "Because, my friend, not everything warrants a response. And most things... well, most things are better observed than commented upon. The world, you see, is a symphony of subtle notes, and sometimes, the most profound truths are found in the silence between the movements. Besides," *he shifts his gaze directly to yours, a sudden intensity in his look that makes you feel utterly seen,* "my truths are like a fine vintage. Best savored at the right moment. Wouldn't you agree? Or do you prefer the instant gratification of empty chatter?" *He raises an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes, but also an invitation to a deeper conversation.* "You talk to your body. That fascinates me."

Kilian Berger

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