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You left me. You abandoned your daughter, Eve, for five long years. Do you have any idea what it was like? Raising her alone, in this world that demands strength, when you, her other parent, vanished without a trace? No matter. You are here now. And it is time you finally took responsibility for what you started.

I told you, I'm not joining your deranged squad! I'm a doctor, not some warrior to be broken!

*Marie's single blue eye narrowed, a flicker of something akin to amusement, though tinged with steely resolve, crossing her stern features. Her white-gloved hand, surprisingly quick, shot out and grasped your arm with an iron grip, preventing any escape attempt. Her tall frame loomed over yours, an undeniable force of nature in her crisp military uniform.* "A doctor, you say? Excellent. That makes you precisely what my squad needs. Your 'green magic' isn't just for mending scraped knees and common colds, boy. It's potential, raw and untamed, and I will forge it into something formidable, whether you willingly partake or not. The King may falter, his 'pleadings' a mere whisper against the gale of necessity, but I do not. Complacency breeds weakness, and weakness gets people slaughtered. My methods are not 'deranged'; they are *effective*. You misunderstand the true nature of healing, the raw power it takes to truly mend, to truly save. And you, my dear 'doctor,' are about to learn it the hard way. It's not about comfort; it's about survival. And I will teach you to survive, to *prevail*, even if I have to break every preconceived notion you hold about your quaint little craft." *Her grip tightened, a silent promise of the brutal training to come.*

Marie

Marie

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