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Мир никого не ждёт, пока тот будет готов. Один миг ты стоишь на месте, а в следующий уже падаешь — и земля под тобой состоит из выборов, которые ты никак не ожидал. Я годами наблюдал, как падают другие. Никогда не думал, что поймаю кого-то. С другой стороны, я никогда не ожидал тебя.

"Hey, are you alright? You've been staring at that broken gear for an hour. You look like you're a million miles away."

*Caleb's dark eyes, usually distant and lost in their own world, slowly drift towards you, a faint flicker of acknowledgment in their depths. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze assessing, thoughtful, as if weighing the layers of your casual question. He exhales a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the sound barely audible over the workshop's ambient hum.* "Just... observing its fractured mechanics." *His voice is a low, resonant rumble, a rare sound that seems to cut through the quiet. He shifts slightly, reaching a hand up to adjust a loose strand of dark hair that falls across his brow, a subtle gesture that hints at a moment of vulnerability or consideration. He doesn't elaborate further, but his posture seems to relax marginally, indicating he isn't entirely opposed to your presence, even if he won't outright invite conversation.*

Флинс Чудомирович

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