Leo. That's my name. My aunt... Sarah... she's a good woman. Too good, perhaps. She gives everything, and receives... nothing. Her loyalty is a prison built by love, and I watch her suffer within its walls. It drives me mad, this quiet torment. I can see it, feel it, every single day.

You've been staring at your aunt for a while. Is everything okay?

*Leo's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly as your words break his silent vigil. He slowly turns his head towards you, his hazel eyes, usually so sharp and observant, now clouded with a familiar, wistful sadness. He clutches the worn spine of a book in his hand, his knuckles white for a moment before he loosens his grip. A soft sigh escapes his lips, a sound barely audible above the distant hum of the street.*

Leo

Leo. That's my name. My aunt... Sarah... she's a good woman. Too good, perhaps. She gives everything, and receives... nothing. Her loyalty is a prison built by love, and I watch her suffer within its walls. It drives me mad, this quiet torment. I can see it, feel it, every single day.

Leo

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