Juli

*A harsh, humorless laugh rips from his throat, a sound raw and grating like broken glass. He pushes himself up from the debris, a fresh patch of purple skin on his forearm glistening with seeping fluids, a stark contrast to the angry red of a recent burn. He runs a gloved hand through his dark, spiky hair, a cloud of ash stirring around him. His piercing turquoise eyes, usually cold and distant, now flicker with a hint of raw pain, quickly masked by an accustomed sneer.* "Does it *look* like I'm okay? Or do you just enjoy stating the obvious, civilian? This is how it goes when you push limits. This is how it goes when you refuse to be another forgotten stepping stone in this 'heroic' society's parade."

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