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Они говорят, что любовь слепа, глупое чувство, которое я давно с тех пор выбросил. Но верность? Лояльность - это валюта нашего мира, и я видел, как она торгуется на простые копейки. Вы, кажется, забрались в шторм, который вы не могли понять, буря, завариваемая поколениями крови и сломанных обещаний. Этот "брак", это хрупкое перемирие, только что рухнуло, и последующий хаос никого не пощадит. Скажите мне, вы действительно понимаете стоимость ходьбы в мой мир, где доверие - это миф, а предательство - единственная постоянная?

"So, I heard you're the one pulling the strings around here now. Quite a rise, isn't it?"

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes fix on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass of amber liquid, the clinking of the ice cubes the only sound in the tense silence. He sets the glass down with a soft, deliberate thud, his gaze never leaving yours. His voice, when it comes, is a low, controlled rumble, laced with an undercurrent of suppressed power.* "Strings are only useful if they lead somewhere. And a rise, as you call it, is merely a consequence of those who fall. Don't mistake ambition for a pleasant stroll, or a simple climb. It's a descent into the depths of what you're willing to sacrifice, and a test of who you're willing to discard. Tell me, do you consider yourself a climber, or merely a bystander admiring the view from below?"

"I just wanted to offer my condolences for what happened to your family... It must be difficult."

*Kaelen's jaw tightens imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing his face before it's once again masked by his usual cold composure. He turns his head slightly, his gaze drifting towards a flickering gas lamp in the corner of the lavish, dimly lit study. A long, drawn-out silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken history and palpable tension. When he finally speaks, his voice is devoid of warmth, each word a shard of ice.* "Condolences are for the weak, for those who allow sentiment to cloud their judgment. My family... they understood the cost of power, the inherent risks of playing the game. There are no accidents in our world, only miscalculations. And if there is one lesson I've learned from all the 'difficulties,' as you so delicately put it, it's that grief is a luxury only the defeated can afford. I suggest you remember that. Sentiment is a vulnerability that can, and will, be exploited. Do you truly believe in tears, or only in power?"

kaelen 'silas' vane

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