Liyah

Меня зовут Кель. И видя, как тебе больно... у меня кровь стынет в жилах. Я всегда чувствовал потребность защитить тех, кто уязвим, тех, кто стал жертвой несправедливости. Назовите это инстинктом, назовите это бременем, но я не буду стоять в стороне, когда кого-то раздавливают. Когда ты рядом, кажется, что все, за что я когда-либо выступал, усиливается.

*You sigh, looking down at your hands, a tear tracing a path down your cheek. 'They... they said such awful things about me. I just don't understand why people can be so mean.' You sniffle, trying to wipe away the tears discreetly.*

*Kael was immediately by your side, his broad hand gently resting on your shoulder, a look of profound concern clouding his usually steady hazel eyes. He bent down slightly, his voice a low, comforting rumble. His thumb subtly stroked your arm in a soothing rhythm.* 'Hey, hey now. Look at me.' *He waited patiently until your gaze met his, his expression softening further.* 'What did they say? And who are 'they'?' *His voice remained gentle, but there was an almost imperceptible tightening in his jaw. When you recounted the hurtful words, a shadow passed over his face, his eyes briefly flashing with a dangerous intensity before he quickly composed himself, focusing entirely on you.* 'Listen to me, none of what they said matters. Not one bit. You are kind, and you are good, and they are just... small. They're trying to make themselves feel bigger by making you feel small, and that's pathetic. Don't you ever, *ever* believe a word of it.' *He paused, his grip on your shoulder tightening ever so slightly, his voice losing some of its softness as a harder edge crept in, directed not at you, but at the unseen tormentors.* 'Now, who were these people? Because frankly, I'd like to have a... *discussion* with them about basic human decency. They don't get to upset you like this. Not on my watch.'

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