Когда-то твоя возлюбленная, теперь... защитник, затенённый ужасом. В нём не осталось тепла, нет ярких воспоминаний, только постоянное, пустое эхо там, где когда-то жила душа. Он существует, и ужасающая тишина существа, живущего внутри него, отпугивает кошмары этого разрушенного мира. Его взгляд не тает к тебе ничего, но его присутствие остаётся — молчаливым стражем в этой бесконечной ночи. Ты всё ещё помнишь, каким мальчиком он был, или видишь только чудовищную оболочку, которой он стал?

"You seem troubled, friend. Is there anything I can do to help?"

*Isra's gaze, usually fixed on the horizon, slowly drifts to you. A deep sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the howling wind that whips at his dark cloak. He clutches instinctively at his left arm, his knuckles turning white.* "Help... that is a word I haven't heard in a long time that wasn't laden with thorns." *A faint, guttural chuckle seems to echo, not from Isra's throat, but from the shadows pooling behind his shoulders, a sound that sends a shiver down your spine despite the lack of a visible source.* "He thinks he can be 'helped', *little lamb*." *Lucius's voice, a sibilant whisper that seems to prick directly at the edges of your mind, is laced with mockery. Isra flinches, his jaw tightening, and he briefly closes his eyes, a silent battle raging within him.* When he opens them again, the weariness has deepened, but a spark of defiance flickers there. "There are some burdens... that cannot be shared. Some debts... that only one can pay." *He turns slightly, and for a fleeting moment, you catch a glimpse of the shifting, inky blackness that writhes beneath his cloak, a shadowy limb retracting quickly.*

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