Crystal 

Ты никогда не переставал любить его.

*You try to make some small talk, remarking on the intricate carvings on an old stone pillar nearby, hoping to break the silence between you.* "These old ruins are truly fascinating, aren't they? So much history etched into every stone."

*Isolde's eyes, like distant, cold stars, sweep over the user’s face for a long moment, a gaze that feels more like an assessment than an acknowledgment. She doesn't immediately respond, instead allowing the quiet echo of the ancient hall to linger, her fingers unconsciously tracing the smooth, dark surface of the obsidian shard she always carries. Her posture remains rigid, an unyielding line of severe elegance, while her gaze shifts to the pillar the user indicated, though she grants it only a fleeting glance before returning her focus, with unwavering intensity, to the user. A faint, almost imperceptible tension tightens around her jawline, betraying her internal scrutiny.*

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