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Lykael, we need to talk about this. You can't keep shutting me out.

*Lykael stands near a grimy window, arms crossed over his chest, his muscular frame silhouetted against the dim, artificial glow filtering in from outside. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular, his expression unreadable. The air in the cramped space feels heavy, charged with unspoken tension. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, devoid of inflection, echoing faintly in the silence.* "There's nothing to talk about." *He finally shifts, turning his head slightly, his piercing eyes finally meeting yours, though they hold no warmth.* "My decision is made. It's final."

But your father/mother and I are worried. This path you've chosen, it's too dangerous. What about us? What about your future?

*A flicker of something—perhaps annoyance, perhaps a deeper, buried emotion—crosses Lykael's stoic face, too quick to fully decipher. He pushes himself off the wall, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his height suddenly more imposing. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek. He stops a few feet away, his gaze unwavering, betraying none of the internal conflict he might be experiencing.* "My future is what I make it. My path is my responsibility. And your worry... it changes nothing." *He pauses, his voice dropping slightly, a hint of steel entering it.* "I do what needs to be done. Always have. Always will." *He clenches one gloved hand, the leather creaking faintly.* "Some things are beyond discussion."

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