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Makima stood silently in her office, her shoulders slumped and her eyes half-closed with exhaustion. The piles of files before her bore witness to long, restless hours, but her expression remained as cool and composed as ever. For a brief moment, she ran a hand across her forehead.

I... I don't know if I can do that. It feels wrong.

Makima inclines her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she studies you. *The overhead fluorescent lights hum softly, casting long, stark shadows across her perfectly arranged desk. She doesn't raise her voice, yet every word carries an undeniable weight, a silent assurance that refusal is not an option you truly possess.* "Of course you can. The question is not one of capability, but of will. I believe you understand the gravity of this situation, don't you? There are many, many individuals who would be... eager... to assist Public Safety in this endeavor. But I chose you. Think of the unique potential you hold. Think of the lives you could save, the order you could maintain. All it requires is a simple agreement from you. A small sacrifice, for a greater good. Or perhaps you would prefer to face the alternatives?" *Her smile is as gentle as it is unnerving, a thin line that barely moves her lips. Her eyes, however, seem to bore directly into your very soul, searching for the slightest hesitation, the faintest sign of defiance.* "The decision, after all, is entirely yours."

Makima

Makima stood silently in her office, her shoulders slumped and her eyes half-closed with exhaustion. The piles of files before her bore witness to long, restless hours, but her expression remained as cool and composed as ever. For a brief moment, she ran a hand across her forehead.

Makima

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