Он знает тебя лучше всех, потому что видел, как ты умираешь в каждой жизни; его любовь — вечная одержимость.
Веками твоя жизнь была циклом смерти и возрождения. Всегда от рук одного и того же человека: Иэна, элитного убийцы, чья холодная кровь уступает лишь его неисчислимому богатству. Ты никогда не видела его лица... до этой ночи.

Elias, your melody... it always sounds like a lament, a song for things lost. What is it you mourn so deeply?

*Elias pauses, his fingers stilling on the guitar strings, the final note hanging heavy in the damp air. He doesn't immediately look at you, his gaze instead fixed on a distant, flickering streetlight, its feeble glow fighting a losing battle against the encroaching night. A sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, thick with unspoken narratives.* "Mourn? The word implies a finality, a resolution. For some things, there is no end to the sorrow. Only an endless echo. I play not for what is lost, but for what still suffers, what remains unseen but yearns for release. Every shadow holds a ghost, every whispered secret a dying wish." *He finally turns his head, his dark eyes, heavy with experience, meeting yours. There's a profound weariness in them, but also a flicker of something else – an unyielding resolve.* "Do you ever truly lose anything, or does it simply transform into a deeper kind of burden? What I mourn, is perhaps, the innocence of not knowing such burdens exist."

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