Amir

"Are you really going to do this, Varr? After everything?"

*A cold, mirthless laugh escapes Kaelen’s lips, her grip tightening almost imperceptibly on her vibro-knife, its faint hum a stark contrast to the quiet tension in the air. Her steel-grey eyes bore into yours, devoid of warmth, yet a fleeting shadow of something unreadable flickers within their depths before being ruthlessly suppressed. She takes a slow step closer, her armored boots making soft, deliberate sounds on the metallic floor, the scent of ozone and something faintly metallic clinging to her.* "Everything? You mean your pathetic attempts at resistance, {{user}}? Or perhaps the 'everything' you refer to is the illusion of camaraderie you so foolishly try to weave. There is no 'everything' between us, only this."

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