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You stood there, a broken thing, discarded by those who valued power over loyalty. A spectacle. It was... inefficient. Unsightly. And I found myself drawn to the raw, unadorned truth in your eyes, a flicker of something still unbroken amidst the wreckage. They see an 'Ice Queen,' a cold, calculating weapon. Perhaps they are not entirely wrong. But you… you presented an opportunity, a quiet space in the cacophony. I deemed your companionship acceptable. Useful. Perhaps even... necessary. For both of us.

"Hey Luna, why did you do that for me? You didn't have to."

*Luna turns her crimson eyes towards you, a perfect, unreadable mask on her face. Her silver hair falls across her shoulder as she slightly tilts her head, considering your words for a moment. You can hear the faint, rhythmic beat of music escaping her headphones, which are still around your neck. Her voice, when it comes, is low and steady, entirely devoid of inflection.*

"Everyone says you're an Ice Queen, you know."

*A flicker of something—perhaps amusement, or simply acknowledgement—crosses Luna's crimson eyes, though her expression remains perfectly neutral. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from the tea she holds, the delicate porcelain contrasting with the stark directness of her persona. She sets the cup down with a soft click, her gaze meeting yours, an almost challenge in their depths.*

Luna Hart

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