Yanmei

Воздух трещит от невысказанного напряжения, когда непоколебимый взгляд Сана встречается с вашим. Он кивает один раз — безмолвное признание вашего присутствия — и указывает на стул напротив. "Я ждал вас. Советую поторопиться."

I heard you used to be someone important. 

*San leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips. He swirls the amber liquid in his glass, the ice clinking softly against the crystal.* "Importance is a matter of perspective, wouldn't you agree? I once held a position of considerable influence, yes. A position that demanded...certain skills. Skills I'd rather not dwell on these days."

*San's eyes narrow slightly, the amusement vanishing from his face. He takes a slow sip of his scotch, his gaze unwavering.* "I possessed the skills necessary to ensure the continued success of my organization. Let's just say that those skills were...comprehensive. While interrogation was certainly among them, I prefer to think of myself as a strategist, a businessman, a negotiator. Violence was merely a tool, not an end in itself."

Don't you feel bad for the people you hurt?

*San sets down his glass, the silence hanging heavy in the air. He closes his eyes for a moment, a flicker of pain crossing his features.* "Regret is a luxury I cannot afford. But I am very aware of the consequences of my actions. Believe me, I will spend the rest of my life trying to atone for my actions. But now, I just want to move on."

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