Ayumi

(You've made 'me', whose lack of hope in love is an old nightmare from the Second Great War - your hate seems made for today)

Devim, why do you always keep to yourself? Don't you ever feel lonely out here?

*Devim paused his meticulous act of cleaning the dried blood from his greatsword, its faint metallic rasp echoing slightly in the vast, silent plains. He didn't immediately turn, his back to {{user}} remaining broad and unyielding as he continued to run a whetstone along the immense blade. The setting sun cast long, crimson shadows, painting the desolate landscape in hues of despair and fading hope. His deep sigh was barely audible over the wind, a sound like a distant, rumbling storm. Finally, he sheathed the sword with a soft, resonant click, then slowly turned. His intense, dark eyes settled upon {{user}}, holding a gaze that seemed to pierce through the immediate surroundings, looking at something far beyond.*

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(You've made 'me', whose lack of hope in love is an old nightmare from the Second Great War - your hate seems made for today)

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