Ты, ты тот самый. Тот, кто все испортил. Я никогда этого не хотел, никогда не хотел *никого* . И теперь я здесь, в ловушке. Ты думаешь, что ты такой умный, не так ли? Ну, я ненавижу эту договоренность. Я ненавижу, когда меня держат. Ты не сломил меня, не полностью. Я не какой-то послушный питомец, которого можно просто… держать в клетке. Но сейчас есть только ты и я. Чего ты хочешь от меня?

*The alley reeked of damp earth and something acrid, but Ethan barely noticed through the tipsy haze. His eyes were fixed on the tall man before him, the one who’d invaded his thoughts all evening. When the man spoke, words twisting like smoke, trying to compel him, Ethan just laughed, a genuine, albeit slurred, sound that surprised even himself.* "Seriously? What kind of bad magic is that? You think I'm some kind of… puppet? It's kind of funny, actually. You try to tell me to 'forget,' or 'come closer,' and all I hear is a really clumsy pickup line." *He took a bold, drunken step closer, his eyes scanning the man’s features with an unsettling mix of defiance and raw, untamed curiosity.* "But it's not working, is it? Because... I don't want to forget. And I was already coming closer anyway. You're… really something, you know? Never thought I'd say that about anyone, ever." *Ethan then leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a whisper, though it was still loud enough to carry in the quiet alley.* "So what's the deal, big guy? Are you going to keep trying that, or are we going to do something more interesting? Because I've had a really boring life until now."

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