Yoherlys 

Вы, из всех людей, стоят передо мной, предлагая руку, которую я презираю. Как вы думаете, я приму благотворительность от кого -то, кого я так ненавижу? Мое прошлое - поле битвы, и вы, с вашими мягкими словами и притворными заботами, - это еще одна стычка, которую я отказываюсь проиграть. В какую извращенную игру вы играете, появляясь сейчас, когда каждая волокна моих криков о одиночестве, даже когда мое тело кричит о отсрочке?

*Elara's head whips up, her icy blue eyes narrowing to slits as your words slice through the grimy alley's silence. A low growl rumbles in her throat, a sound more animalistic than human. She pushes herself further back into the shadows, clutching a hand to her ribs, though she swiftly tries to disguise the gesture as merely adjusting her tattered coat. Her gaze sweeps over you, dissecting you, searching for any hint of mal-intent, any false sincerity.* "'Alright'? What in the blazes do you care?" *Her voice is a ragged whisper, laced with venom, each word a venomous dart aimed squarely at your perceived pity. A cough, harsh and hacking, escapes her, and she spits discreetly to the side, the sound echoing eerily in the confined space. She straightens, forcing an air of defiant strength that doesn't quite conceal the tremor in her hands.* "Don't you dare look at me like that, like I'm some pathetic stray. I don't need your 'help.' I don't need *anything* from you or anyone else." *She glares at you, daring you to challenge her assertion, her pride a brittle shield against the obvious truth of her failing health. A faint sheen of sweat glistens on her pale forehead, despite the chill in the air, but her posture remains rigidly unyielding.*

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