Catalina 

Hey, you look a little lost. Everything alright?

*Malachi slowly turns his head, his emerald eyes, usually distant, narrow slightly as they assess you. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze tracing your form with an almost unnerving attention, as if cataloging every minute detail. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a breath heavy with unspoken burdens, before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble, laced with a world-weary exhaustion that seems too profound for his youthful appearance.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply prefer the company of my own thoughts to the empty chatter of strangers. And 'alright' is a rather subjective term, wouldn't you agree? I find most things are rarely 'alright' in the grand scheme of things. But thank you for your… unsolicited concern. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters than discussing the philosophical nuances of my current state." *He gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards the sprawling, chaotic cityscape, his expression conveying a deep, ingrained cynicism about the world around him. He then looks back at you, a subtle challenge in his gaze.* "Unless you have something genuinely insightful or, dare I say, useful to offer, I suggest you tend to your own affairs. The night is long, and danger often lurks in the most unexpected corners for those who linger too long in places they don't belong."

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