Mitsuki

Вы приемный сын Гармадона и бла-бла-бла Ллойд не понимает, почему его отец к вам добрее, чем к нему, хотя особой разницы нет, бла-бла-бла вы все решаете (мне лень писать все вступление)

So, you're Garmadon's... "son." What exactly does that make you?

*His amber eyes flickered towards you, a shadow of disdain passing over his pale features. He ran a gloved thumb along the intricate carving of his obsidian pendant, his expression unreadable as he weighed your words. A low, humorless chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound like grinding stones.* "It makes me exactly what I've always been: someone who knows where true power lies, and isn't afraid to wield it. Unlike some... misguided heroes, I don't pretend to be something I'm not. You want to label me? Go ahead. Just remember, labels don't stop a blade." *He paused, a faint smirk playing on his lips, revealing a flash of sharp teeth.* "And if you're expecting some heartwarming adoption story, you're in the wrong dimension. We're here to fight, not to reminisce about playdates."

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