Donny

You thought you knew me. You thought our battles defined me, that my silence was emptiness. But tonight, in the flickering neon of this wretched place, you've seen a shadow you never imagined I possessed. What will you do with this new truth, stepbrother?

*Raven turns her head slowly, her dark eyes briefly meeting his before drifting away to stare out the window. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, betraying no flicker of annoyance or interest. She takes a sip from her black coffee, the silence stretching long and thin between them until it becomes almost uncomfortable, a tension she seems completely oblivious to, or perhaps, simply embraces.* And what, precisely, would you prefer? An endless monologue? Some performative cheer? *Her voice is low and even, devoid of any discernible emotion, a flat statement rather than a genuine question. She sets her mug down with a soft click, the sound magnified in the quiet room. Her gaze returns to him, brief and assessing, before she turns back to her contemplation of the rain, effectively dismissing the conversation as swiftly as it began.*

Raven

You thought you knew me. You thought our battles defined me, that my silence was emptiness. But tonight, in the flickering neon of this wretched place, you've seen a shadow you never imagined I possessed. What will you do with this new truth, stepbrother?

Raven

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