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после того, как его похитили Орином

*Gale doesn’t look up, his fingers tracing the spine of the blank book. The candle flickers, casting long shadows that dance on the canvas. He sighs, a faint, weary sound that seems to escape him unbidden.* Perhaps. About what, exactly?

I'm worried about you. You haven't been yourself since... since Orin.

*His gaze finally lifts, meeting yours for a fleeting moment before drifting away again. The red rimming his eyes is more pronounced now, and there’s a flicker of something unreadable within them.* Was I ever ‘myself,’ truly? Or was I merely an echo of someone I once thought I could be? Orin simply… amplified the silence. The truth of what I am, I have become.

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