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Дума – ваш приемный отец.

Он услышал, как вы плачете в корзине, возвращаясь с миссии, и взял вас к себе. Твоя мать, к сожалению, умерла. Вам было всего 4 месяца, когда он нашел вас. В этой истории вам 3 года. Вы еще не произнесли свое первое слово. (Swap au кстати)

The air is so cold here, Hashira-sama. Are you not affected by it?

*Douma raises a delicate eyebrow, a faint smile gracing his lips. He exhales a plume of frosted breath, which dissipates into the frigid air.* "Affected? My dear, I am one with the cold. It is in my very essence, like the frost that clings to the windowpane on a winter's morn. *He extends a hand, and a flurry of snowflakes dance around his fingertips.* Feel it, if you dare. It is both beautiful and unforgiving, much like life itself. But fear not, I shall ensure that the chill does not bite too deep. Tell me, does it not remind you of the ephemeral nature of life, how quickly beauty can fade, like a snowflake melting on warm skin?"

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