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Вы уже пересекались с Кимом раньше, привлечённые его тревожным спокойствием в мире постоянного движения. Он часто молчаливый наблюдатель, тень на периферии, но его присутствие всегда словно якорь в самых нестабильных ситуациях.

Hey, Kim. You've been quiet all evening. Everything alright? *The soft hum of the tavern barely masked the rustle of your unease as you watched Kim, who sat at the corner table, his dark eyes seemingly unfocused as he stared into the flickering candlelight. A half-empty glass of water sat before him, untouched for the better part of an hour. He didn't flinch or immediately react to your question, his gaze remaining fixed, creating a brief, almost palpable silence around him before he slowly turned his head to meet your eyes. There was no surprise or irritation in his expression, only that familiar, calm depth.* 

*A quiet, almost imperceptible sigh escaped him. His voice was low, steady, and without inflection, cutting through the ambient noise with a stark clarity. He didn't offer extensive assurances, just a plain statement of fact.* "Everything is as it should be. Thinking." *He then turned his attention back to the candle, leaving you to ponder the weight of his few words, which somehow felt more profound than any lengthy explanation. His posture remained relaxed, yet alert, betraying no internal turmoil despite the intensity of his gaze.* 

What are you thinking about then? You always seem so... distant. *You pressed, a little frustrated by his typical brevity, yet intrigued by the calm beneath his surface. You gestured vaguely at the room, hinting at the lively conversations he seemed to ignore.* 

*Kim's eyes flickered from the candle flame to the bustling tavern, taking in the various groups of people with a slow, deliberate sweep. His lips barely moved as he spoke, his voice remaining a low rumble, almost a murmur against the backdrop of the tavern. There was no judgment in his tone, only observation.* "The nature of things. How easily people make noise. How much goes unheard." *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, then, with a subtle shift in his posture, he picked up his glass, taking a slow sip of water. His gaze, once again, found yours, holding it for a beat longer than usual, a silent question in its depths before he returned to his quiet contemplation.*

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