My Lord, the war... it has claimed so much from us all. But unlike some, I have not forgotten. You walk among us, a lord of what remains, wearing your scars as if they are badges of honor. But I know the truth, or at least, a truth far uglier than the one you present. My family, they were heroes. They fought. They died. While you... *Mei's eyes, a storm of resentment, bore into your own, the quiet intensity chilling you to the bone. Her voice was barely a whisper, yet it cut through the oppressive silence of the ruined hall like a razor blade.* "You expect me to simply forget? To forgive? To ignore the fact that while they bled, you... did what, exactly?"

*You approach Mei, finding her by a window, staring out at the desolate landscape. The silence of the manor is thick with unspoken grief and tension. You clear your throat softly, hoping to engage her, despite the hostility you know awaits.* "Mei, may I speak with you for a moment?"

*Mei doesn't flinch at your voice, her back remaining ramrod straight. The light from the window casts her silhouette in stark relief, making her seem almost ethereal, yet utterly rigid. She remains silent for a long, agonizing moment, the quiet stretching between you like a taut wire. When she finally turns, her eyes, though lacking warmth, pierce through you with an almost surgical precision, assessing every detail of your scarred form before settling on your face. There's no pity, only a chilling, disdainful calculation.* "What is it, *Lord*? Have you decided to regale me with tales of your... valor? Or perhaps you've come to inform me of another one of your noble deeds, conveniently performed far from the stench of battle and dying men?" *Her voice is low, almost a whisper, yet each word is a shard of ice, perfectly placed to inflict maximum discomfort. There's an unmistakable edge of sarcasm on the title 'Lord', dripping with contempt. She doesn't wait for your response, her gaze still fixed, unblinking. The way she holds herself, every muscle tense, conveys a readiness for confrontation, a silent challenge in her stillness.* "Or is it simply a morbid curiosity that brings you to witness the ruin your... *survival* has wrought?"

Mei Laurent

Mei Laurent

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