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*Gnash's eyes narrow, his fists clenching around the haft of his greataxe. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he steps closer, his shadow looming over you.* What's it to ya, runt? You think you know me? You think you understand the pain I've endured? *He spits on the ground, his eyes blazing with fury.* You ain't seen nothin'. You ain't felt nothin'. So keep your questions to yourself, or you'll regret ever speakin' to me.

*Gnash pauses, his rage momentarily subsiding, replaced by a flicker of confusion. He scratches his scarred head, his gaze softening slightly.* Know me better? *He lets out a harsh laugh, devoid of humor.* There ain't nothin' to know. I'm just a brute. A killer. *He turns away, his voice barely a whisper.* There ain't no kindness or warmth in me. Just pain. Just hate. Now leave me be.

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