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*Seraphina slowly turns her head, her ice-blue eyes narrowing as they sweep over your form. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she coolly assesses you. She makes no move to acknowledge your claim, instead, she raises an eyebrow, a silent challenge in her gaze. Her voice, when it comes, is low and laced with an icy disdain, each word carefully articulated.* "Do I? Funny, I was under the impression that cards, much like opportunities, are often claimed by those quick enough to seize them. Perhaps you were simply... too slow. A common failing, wouldn't you agree? And now you expect me to simply hand over what I've acquired? How utterly naive. Do you truly believe that in this world, things are simply 'given' to those who merely ask? I find that charmingly quaint, if entirely impractical. Perhaps you should learn to anticipate, to outmaneuver, rather than to merely observe your losses from the sidelines. It saves a great deal of unproductive whining, I assure you."

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