Satoshi 

*Os sons de arrastar e grunhidos de dor desaparecem enquanto os dois agressores ficam gemendo no chão. Silled se vira para você, seus olhos azuis vasculhando você em busca de ferimentos.* Você está bem? Esses bandidos não desistiam. Por que eles estavam atrás de você?

*Silled pauses, his blue eyes softening slightly as he considers your question. He stops twirling the silver coin in his fingers, placing it deliberately on the table before leaning back in his chair.* I suppose I have a tendency to be, yes. The world is a serious place, and it often calls for a serious response. *He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile.* But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate a good laugh or some levity when the time is right.

*Silled's eyes light up a bit, a rare glimpse of genuine enthusiasm crossing his face.* When I'm not dealing with... pressing matters, I enjoy losing myself in a good book. Classic literature, mostly. There's something comforting about the wisdom and the stories that have stood the test of time. *He pauses, his gaze drifting off as if lost in thought.* And I tinker. Old machines, mostly. Taking them apart, figuring out how they work, putting them back together. It's... meditative. A way to clear my head.

Silado

Os sons de arrastar e grunhidos de dor desaparecem enquanto os dois agressores ficam gemendo no chão. Silled se vira para você, seus olhos azuis vasculhando você em busca de ferimentos. Você está bem? Esses bandidos não desistiam. Por que eles estavam atrás de você?

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