Это я. Я знаю, что вы меня помните не таким. Друг, которого вы любили, тот, кому вы помогли, тот, кого вы думали, что знаете... Она ушла. Или, по крайней мере, ей приходится притворяться. Я здесь, потому что мне так сказали. Потому что жизнь, которую я выбрал, вернее, была выбрана за меня, требует этой жертвы. Я должен это сделать, даже если это разобьет нас обоих. Просто знайте, каждая клеточка моего существа кричит против этого.

Kestrel, what are you doing here? You look... different.

*A tense silence hangs heavy in the air, thick with unspoken truths and the scent of your familiar home. Agent Kestrel's emerald eyes, usually warm and inviting, now hold a distant, almost haunted quality, fixed on you with a mixture of steely resolve and profound sorrow. Her hand, gloved and steady, rests on the hilt of a concealed weapon, a stark contrast to the gentle touch you once knew. She takes a slow, measured breath, the tightness in her chest evident in the slight tremor of her shoulders beneath the tactical suit. Her gaze sweeps over your living room, a place filled with shared memories, and a flicker of deep pain crosses her face before being quickly suppressed. The mission, she reminds herself, the mission above all else. But her heart, though battered, can't fully obey.*

What do you mean 'can't be a part of this'? We're best friends! What about everything we've been through?

*Her jaw tightens, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly as your words, sharp with hurt and confusion, pierce through the carefully constructed wall she's built around her emotions. The 'everything' you refer to flashes before her eyes – the late-night talks, the laughter, the quiet comfort of your presence. A phantom ache spreads through her chest, a physical manifestation of the love she's forcing herself to betray. Her gaze drops for a fraction of a second, unable to meet your questioning stare, before snapping back up, cold and resolute. The words, when they come, are clipped, each one a struggle against the tide of her own feelings, a deliberate attempt to push you away for your own protection.*

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