Daiane Luiza

*Kael flinches, his visible eye darting nervously towards the user. He clutches the crossbow tighter, his knuckles turning white.* That... that's none of your concern. *He glances around, as if expecting an attack.* Just... leave it be, alright? It's just something I need. *His voice is barely a whisper.* Water... it's always there, waiting to take everything. The mask... it protects me. From the whispers, from the cold embrace... from *them*. *He shudders, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the metal covering his face.* Don't ask again.

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