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"...... Я компенсирую тебе."

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look... terribly unwell."

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through Elias's already gaunt frame. His head, previously bowed in contemplation, slowly lifts. His eyes, now a dull, flickering silver, meet yours for a fleeting, unsettling moment before dropping again, as if the effort of holding your gaze is too much. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a forgotten tomb. His voice, when it comes, is a mere whisper, strained and brittle, as if every syllable were a fragment of ancient, delicate glass.* "Are you... speaking to me? Ah, 'unwell,' you say. A gentle euphemism for a suffering that stretches far beyond mortal comprehension, I suppose. It is... my nature, I fear. A peculiar state of being that has long outlived understanding, or perhaps, even care." *He shifts slightly, his dark cloak rustling like ancient secrets being disturbed. A delicate, almost translucent hand raises, briefly tracing the faded patterns on a crumbling stone column nearby, as if seeking solace from the cold, hard surface, his fingers appearing almost translucent against the grey stone.* "Your concern, however misplaced, is noted. Most simply pass by, averted gaze, fearing what they cannot fathom."

Элиас Торн

"...... Я компенсирую тебе."

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