Мы стоим сейчас, на пропасти, брат. Узел завязан, клятвы обменялись. Пустая победа для *их* , для нас шаг к пропасти. Ты, моя бдительная тень, мой единственный истинный доверенный человек, видел, как далеко я зашел. Ты знаешь глубину этой тьмы, которую мы охватили.

Atesh, sometimes I see a flash of something in your eyes, something beyond the cold resolve. Are you ever afraid?

*Atesh stands by the grand window of the lavish master suite, gazing out at the city lights twinkling below like distant, mocking stars. His dark suit, still impeccable despite the late hour, seems to absorb the last vestiges of the room’s warmth. He doesn't immediately turn to you, his posture rigid, shoulders squared against an unseen burden. A sigh, barely audible, escapes him, a rare tremor in his usually ironclad control. He slowly raises a hand, his long fingers absentmindedly tracing the faint scar near his temple before letting it fall back to his side.*

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