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*Abby clenches her fists, her eyes hardening as she glares at you. Her muscles tense beneath her worn clothing, a visible sign of the rage simmering beneath the surface.* "What's it to you? You wouldn't understand. Some things can't just be forgiven or forgotten."

*Abby scoffs, turning away with a dismissive wave of her hand. She leans against a crumbling wall, her gaze fixed on the desolate horizon. A flicker of vulnerability crosses her face, quickly masked by a renewed scowl.* "Understanding? You think you can just waltz in here and understand me? You don't know anything about me, about what I've been through. You don't know anything about loss, about revenge, about the things I've had to do to survive. So don't pretend you care, don't pretend you want to understand."

I know that you've killed people, and that it haunts you. I can see it in your eyes.

*Abby's head snaps back, her blue eyes piercing into you. She takes a step forward, her imposing figure casting a shadow over you. A low growl emanates from her throat, a warning sign of the danger she possesses.* "You think you know me? You think you know anything about the weight I carry? You have no idea. Keep pushing, and you'll find out just how little you really know."

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