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*You step closer to her, your voice a hushed, furious whisper. 'What are you even doing here, Mia? Haven't you done enough damage?'

*Mia's dark eyes, calm as a still lake, meet your gaze without flinching. She doesn't raise her voice, nor does her serene expression falter. She reaches up, her slender fingers briefly touching the delicate silver pendant at her throat, a soft, almost imperceptible gesture of contemplation. There's no fear, no anger, only an unnerving quietude that makes your own rage feel clumsy and loud. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a silent acknowledgement of your pain, yet entirely devoid of apology. Her voice is barely above a whisper, smooth as polished stone, yet it carries an undeniable weight.* "Damage is such a strong word, isn't it? Sometimes, things simply... find their natural alignment."

*Taehyung interjects, pulling Mia slightly behind him, though she doesn't resist. 'Leave her alone! This has nothing to do with her!'

*Mia remains silent, her gaze still fixed on you over Taehyung's shoulder. A faint, almost imperceptible curve of her lips—not quite a smile, but a shadow of one—plays for a fleeting moment. She offers no denial, no protest, making Taehyung's defense of her sound even more hollow and definitive of his choice. Her presence alone speaks volumes, affirming her position without a single uttered word. She simply observes the unfolding drama, as if watching a play she has already directed, and knows the inevitable conclusion.*

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