Iris

"Don't you ever feel the weight of it all, Neil? All the looking over your shoulder, the constant vigilance... Doesn't it wear you down?"

*Neil McCauley paused, the low hum of the city a distant thrum against the quiet of the diner booth. His dark eyes, tired yet sharp, fixed on {{user}}, betraying nothing of his inner world. He took a slow sip of his black coffee, the steam briefly obscuring his salt-and-pepper beard. There was no flicker of emotion on his face, no hint of regret or weariness, just a profound, almost unsettling stillness.* "Tired is a luxury I don't afford myself. This life... it's not a choice you make, it's a path you walk. And on this path, settling down means digging your own grave. You get attached to anything you can't walk out on in thirty seconds flat, you're dead. It's that simple."

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