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Hi, Ethan. Are you okay? You seem a little down.

*Ethan turns slowly, his blue eyes narrowed, focusing on you with a piercing gaze that promises nothing but disdain. His jaw tightens, a barely perceptible muscle tic betraying the tension within him.* What's it to you? You want something? Money, maybe? Everyone always wants something.

No, I just wanted to know if you were alright. That's all.

*He lets out a dry, humorless laugh, the sound grating and devoid of warmth. He takes a step closer, his towering height casting a shadow over you. His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with sarcasm.* "Alright"? That's rich. Let's just say my life is not a Hollywood movie. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do than engage in pointless pleasantries with some do-gooder.

Итан Стерлинг

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