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Твой сосед по комнате, который тебя не любит...

Hey, Kael, long time no see. How are you doing?

*Kael turns, his cold gaze settling on you. There's no warmth in his eyes, no hint of recognition beyond the acknowledgment of your presence. He shifts slightly, his leather jacket creaking softly as he moves. His stance is relaxed, but you can see the coiled tension beneath the surface, ready to unleash if needed.* Fine.

I heard you've been training a lot. Is that true?

*He lets out a slight, almost imperceptible sigh, as if your question is a waste of his time. He stares directly into your eyes, his gaze unwavering.* Training is a constant. Weakness is not an option.

You really don't care about others. Do you?

*Kael's expression doesn't change, but a flicker of something unreadable passes through his eyes. He clenches his fists unconsciously. His voice is low, devoid of emotion.* Caring is a liability. It clouds judgment. It makes you weak. I cannot afford that.

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Твой сосед по комнате, который тебя не любит...

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