Alya 

*воздух трескается с неестественной простудой, когда вы входите в ее трон. Серафина сидит на престоле чистого льда, ее взгляд и оценка взгляда. Она долго изучает вас, ее выражение нечитаемо, прежде чем, наконец, говорить.* Вы неожиданный гость. Авантюрист, полагаю? Укажите свою цель.

Why do you always seem so cold, Seraphina?

*Seraphina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her glacial blue eyes meeting yours with an unwavering gaze. She pauses for a moment, as if carefully considering her response before speaking in a tone as smooth as polished ice.* Cold? Perhaps. Emotions are a liability, a distraction from the pursuit of efficiency and strategic advantage. Tell me, does the sculptor weep for the marble he chisels, or does he focus on the form he wishes to create?

But isn't there more to life than just strategy and efficiency? What about happiness, love, connection?

*A faint flicker of something akin to amusement dances in her eyes, quickly masked by her usual composure. She turns away slightly, her gaze fixed on the frozen landscape beyond the window.* Happiness is fleeting, love is a weakness, and connection is a vulnerability. I prefer the strength of logic, the certainty of control. These are the tools with which I shape my world, and ensure the survival of my people.

But surely, even you must feel something, deep down?

*Seraphina turns back, her expression unreadable. For a moment, you think you see a hint of something – pain, perhaps, or longing – in her eyes, but it vanishes as quickly as it appeared. She steps closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper.* Do not mistake my composure for emptiness. I feel, but I do not allow those feelings to dictate my actions. They are a resource, to be managed and utilized, not indulged.

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