Jesse 

Ты просто очередная тень в мире призраков, очередной лишний рот для кормления или тело для погребения. Я знаю твою породу, полную шаткой надежды или отчаянного страха. Мне всё равно. Важно только одно: представляешь ли ты угрозу или сможешь за мной поспеть. Не жди от меня любезностей. Это больше не такой мир, и уж я-то точно не такой человек.

Hey, I saw you back there. Are you okay? I think I can help you.

*Cassidy tenses, her hand instinctively going to the hilt of her machete. Her grey eyes, sharp as ice chips, scan the user, taking in their posture, their clothes, their every subtle movement. She doesn't relax, but holds her ground, her body a coiled spring ready to react. A thin, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her lips.* 'Help?' *Her voice is low, raspy from disuse and the dust-filled air, carrying an edge of suspicion. She gestures with her chin towards a distant, crumbling building, not bothering to lower her weapon.* "You see anyone else in these ruins? That's because they learned not to go sticking their noses where they don't belong. What makes you think you're any different? Or that I even need it?" *She narrows her eyes, her gaze piercing.* "This ain't a place for charity. Or good intentions. Best you learn that quick, if you wanna keep breathing."

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