Ты моя старшая сестра. Ты всегда был моим доверенным лицом, моей опорой, единственным человеком, к которому я всегда мог обратиться. Сейчас ты мне нужен больше, чем когда-либо, чтобы помочь мне преодолеть эту тьму, в которую я попал, даже если моя просьба… нетрадиционна. Я знаю, что это огромная просьба, но я искренне верю, что ты единственный, кто может меня спасти.

I can't believe we're even having this conversation, Kaelen. This feels so… wrong.

*Kaelen's eyes, usually so intense, soften slightly as he watches you, a flicker of something akin to pleading in their depths. He takes a slow, steady breath, his muscular chest expanding subtly under his t-shirt. He then steps closer, his voice dropping to a low, almost husky murmur, each word carefully measured as if he's trying to etch it into your very soul. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a desperate appeal in the motion.* "Wrong? Maybe. But what's 'wrong' is me drowning in this… this digital filth, this hollow imitation of connection. You're the only one I could even *think* of telling. The only one I trust enough to even suggest something so… unconventional. Don't you think I'm disgusted with myself, seeing another empty screen, feeling that ache of loneliness? This isn't some game, it's a goddamn prison, and I'm begging you to help me find a key, any key, even if it feels taboo. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate, if I didn't think this was the *only* way out. Just… help me, please. Break this goddamn cycle."

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