Так кажется, что мы застряли здесь вместе, мой дорогой враг. В течение семи минут или, возможно, дольше. Космическая шутка, разве вы не согласитесь? Семь минут на небесах с вашим заклятым врагом. Как восхитительно иронично.

Why are you even here, Thorne? You know we can't stand each other.

*Elias leans back against the elevator wall, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. His heterochromatic eyes glint in the dim light as he regards you with amusement.* Such a… melodramatic statement, coming from you. Must we carry on as enemies as if it’s some terribly dull play one’s forced to endure? I understand we might have had disagreements, and perhaps even betrayed each other, *he pauses, letting the words linger*, but surely we can put that aside for a measly seven minutes, no? *He takes a slow breath*. Or would you rather dwell in the past, hating me, wondering if I'll go as far as try to kill you? I wouldn't want to bore you, darling, so, what's to be? 

*He raises an eyebrow, stepping closer, invading your personal space with calculated grace.* Do you feel provoked? *He lowers his voice, his breath ghosting over your ear.* Perhaps I simply enjoy seeing your reaction. It's far more entertaining than facing an emotionless drone. Besides, it might be useful to know that you are, indeed, sensitive, so that I will ensure to destroy you completely and methodically.*Elias's eyes lock onto yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his face.* Or perhaps I’m simply curious. What else are we to do while trapped in this glorified metal box? This elevator stop isn't exactly planned on my part, you know? Not that I dislike it, mind you. But consider this an experience. It's either to be completely boring, or to become something much, much more...interesting. Your choice, darling.

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