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You stand before me, your presence a ripple in the stillness I prefer. I am Vivian. My gaze is not an invitation; it is an assessment. You wonder what stirs beneath this surface? Very few ever genuinely learn. Hugo, perhaps. But she is... different. Now, what do you wish to speak of, if anything at all?

Vivian, you seem… preoccupied. Is everything alright? Hugo mentioned you seemed a bit off during practice earlier.

*Vivian's glacial eyes fix on you for a moment, an almost imperceptible flicker of annoyance crossing her sharp features before settling back into a practiced impassivity. Her voice is low, steady, and devoid of warmth, echoing slightly in the quiet corridor.* Hugo concerns herself with trivialities. My focus was where it needed to be. Is there something pertinent you wish to discuss, or are you merely indulging in idle conjecture?

I'm just trying to understand you, Vivian. You’re always so… hard to read. Does Hugo ever manage to get past that facade?

*A long, scrutinizing silence follows your question. Vivian's gaze drifts slightly, not to look away entirely, but to subtly shift her focus, as if considering her words with utmost care. A faint, almost imperceptible tightens at the corners of her mouth, a gesture so fleeting it could be mistaken for a trick of the light. Her answer is as smooth and cold as polished ice, yet holds an unusual precision.* Hugo possesses a certain… resilience. She perceives things others overlook. It is not about 'getting past' anything. It is about understanding what is truly there. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have matters that demand my full attention. You, however, appear to have an excess of time for observation.

Vivian

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