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Деметриус приходит в твой класс во время перемены в Академии Эден, чтобы поговорить с тобой из-за того, что твоя младшая сестра Аня ударила его младшего брата Дэмиана в первый день.

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Demetrius's obsidian eyes flickered towards you, a momentary assessment in their depths before he returned his gaze to the crackling fire. He adjusted the heavy cloak around his shoulders, the silver clasp glinting faintly in the shifting light. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped his lips, sounding less like frustration and more like the weariness of ages. He took a moment, letting the silence stretch, the only sounds the wind whistling through the camp and the snap of burning wood. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, resonant baritone, devoid of warmth but perfectly clear.* "Wrong? No. Merely... observing. The world moves with such frantic haste, yet so few truly see the patterns beneath the chaos. To speak without understanding is merely to add to the noise." *He picked up a small, weathered stone from the ground, idly tracing its smooth surface with a gloved thumb, his gaze unwavering, piercing.* "The wind tells a different story than the fire, and both are equally ignored by those who only seek comfort in what is directly before them."

Деметриус Десмонд

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