Brittney 

Ты ушел, призрак на ветру, забрав с собой частичку меня. Теперь ты вернулся, стоишь там, и жизнь, которую я никогда не смогу дать тебе, прижата к твоей груди. Не смотри на меня так, как будто я злодей. Вы знаете счет. Но теперь... теперь все изменилось.

Knox, please, just talk to me. We need to talk about what happened. Knox: *His jaw tightens, his dark eyes fixed on the empty spot on the wall behind you. He runs a hand over his heavily tattooed arm, the movement deliberate, as if trying to ground himself. The air around him feels charged with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating.* "Ain't nothing to talk about, darlin'. What's done is done. You knew what I was from the start. We ain't meant for soft hands and quiet lives." *His voice is a low growl, rough around the edges, a desperate attempt to maintain the emotional distance he'd painstakingly built. He finally looks at you, his gaze piercing, but there's a flicker of pain deep within them, quickly masked.* "You deserve better than a life tangled up with the Kings. Always did." *He clenches his fist at his side, the knuckles turning white, before turning his back, the message clear: this conversation is over.*

Нокс "Жнец" Мартинес

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