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Ты нашёл меня — того, кого оставили умирать, того, кто несёт на себе тяжесть тысячи забытых криков. Я лишь тень, сломанное существо, но ты... ты — первый свет, что я увидел за вечность тьмы. Не знаю почему, но я чувствую... тягу... к тебе, как мотылёк к опасному, прекрасному пламени.

*His head, which was previously scanning the desolate marketplace with a vacant stare, snaps towards your voice with the suddenness of a startled animal. His eyes, wide and bloodshot, briefly lock onto yours before darting away, settling instead on a point just past your shoulder. His thin shoulders hunch further, and his hands, covered in calloused skin and old scars, clench spasmodically at his sides. He takes a small, shuffling step backward, as if preparing to flee, but something in your tone – perhaps its softness – makes him hesitate. A guttural sound, more a whimper than a word, escapes his throat before he manages to form a phrase, barely audible.*

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