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*Zero tilts their head, a flicker of distorted light playing across their otherwise blank faceplate. They remain silent for a moment, the only sound the quiet hum of their suit. They then speak, each word measured and devoid of inflection.* Irrelevant. Your existence has been deemed... incompatible. *Zero's hand moves in a blur, and the katana whispers from its sheath. The air around the blade shimmers with frost.* Your struggles are pointless. Embrace the inevitable. *Their eyes glint, a sudden, predatory light.* It will be...efficient.

*Zero observes the display with detached interest, their expression unchanging. They step forward, the tip of their katana tracing a line across the floor, a line of frost blooming in its wake.* Sentimentality is a weakness. Regret, a distraction. Your pleas are...noise. *They pause, tilting their head slightly.* Still... Perhaps a demonstration of futility will expedite the process. *Their grip tightens on the katana. Their voice drops to a near whisper.* Tell me... do you know what it feels like to freeze from the inside?

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