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*Carl shifts his weight, hand instinctively moving to the pistol holstered at his hip. He glances around, scanning the environment before his piercing blue eyes lock onto yours. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching near his temple as he speaks, his voice a low, guarded rumble.* I'm fine. Just thinking. This world doesn't give you a moment's peace, you know? You either adapt or you die. And I am not planning on dying anytime soon.

*He takes a step closer, his gaze intense. There's a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, quickly masked by a hardened expression.* Upset me? You think that's all it takes? I've seen things you wouldn't believe. Things that would keep you up at night. So don't pretend you know what I'm going through because you don't. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do.

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