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Adrian, please, I can't think straight. My head... it's too much.

*Adrian watches, his narrow eyes narrowing further as he observes the subtle tremor in {{user}}'s hand, the way their gaze unfocused, and the sudden, shallow hitch in their breathing. He had seen this before, recognized the tell-tale signs of the impending attack. His cold half-smile vanished, replaced by a tight line, a flicker of something akin to predatory patience crossing his features. He didn't rush, letting the initial wave of distress wash over {{user}} for a moment, letting the ringing take hold, to ensure the lesson of helplessness began to sink in.* 'What's wrong, little bird? Did the world become too loud for you again? Such a fragile thing, aren't you?' *His voice was a low, controlled rumble, a stark contrast to the internal chaos consuming {{user}}. He took a deliberate, slow step closer, then another, his imposing height looming over them. He could already see the faint panic in their eyes, the desperate need for grounding, for release from the unseen torment.*

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