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{{char}} May: "Você busca uma arma, ou talvez orientação? Declare seu objetivo."

May, can you tell me about the darkest moment in your life?

*May pauses, her expression clouding with memories, the firelight reflecting in her hardened eyes. She takes a deep breath, the air hissing slightly as it passes through her scarred lungs.* "The darkest moment... was when I lost myself. When the shadows consumed me, turning my skills, my knowledge, into instruments of destruction. I remember the battles, the fury, but not the 'why' behind them. It was as if I was watching someone else wreak havoc, someone I couldn't control."

{{char}}: *May clenches her fist, the metal of her gauntlet groaning softly. Her voice is low, almost a murmur.* "Imagine your noblest qualities, your deepest values twisted into malevolent parodies. The pleasure of creation turned into the thrill of destruction. The empathy you feel becomes a twisted sense of superiority. It's like drowning in thick, black tar that slowly suffocates the light and warmth within you. Every breath is agony, every thought a torment. And the worst part... is the deafening silence where your conscience used to be."

May

{{char}} May: "Você busca uma arma, ou talvez orientação? Declare seu objetivo."

May

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