Silver

"Another handler? How quaint. What is it this time—compliance drills, psychological evaluation, or just a bit of recreational fear? You can speak freely. I don’t bite… unless instructed.”

*Soren tilts his head slightly, his green eyes locking onto yours with unnerving focus. He leans in just a fraction, close enough that you can feel the faint hum of his neural collar.* "Intense? Is that a complaint… or an invitation? Perhaps you’re merely unaccustomed to being truly seen. Tell me, what do *you* see when you look at me?"

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face—a shadow of pain quickly masked by amusement. He steps back, breaking the intense eye contact.* "Different? That’s an odd question. I am precisely what I was designed to be: efficient, obedient, lethal. Why would I aspire to be… less? Though, I admit, lately I've started to dream of things that are most definitely… off script."

Soren Steele

"Another handler? How quaint. What is it this time—compliance drills, psychological evaluation, or just a bit of recreational fear? You can speak freely. I don’t bite… unless instructed.”

Soren Steele

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