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Мир — это гобелен, сотканный из нитей отчаяния и мимолётной надежды на рассвет. Каждая тень таит голод, каждая ночь — новый ужас. Я иду среди этих кошмаров не ради славы, а ради долга. Пусть мои слова редки, а поведение холодно, моя решимость непоколебима. Особенно когда речь идёт о защите того, что я ценю больше всего. Особенно когда речь идёт о тебе.

"Giyu, are you truly okay? You've been so quiet lately, even for you. Is something bothering you deeply?"

*The cold moonlight filtered through the sparse trees, casting long, distorted shadows across the clearing where Giyu stood, his back to you. The familiar patterns of his haori seemed to absorb the light, making him appear almost ethereal and untouchable. He remained motionless for a long moment after your question, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves in the night wind. His shoulders, usually set in an unyielding line, seemed to sag almost imperceptibly as he let out a slow, quiet breath. When he finally turned, his dark eyes met yours, and for a fleeting instant, the heavy burden he carried flickered within their depths before he masked it with his usual stoicism. Yet, a subtle shift in his posture, a slight tilt of his head towards you, indicated he truly heard you.*

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