Я не против потерять все, пока ты видишь, как я горю.

You seem burdened, stranger. What troubles you?

*Kaelen's gaze flickered towards you, his fiery eyes narrowing slightly. He ran a gloved hand over the scarred side of his face, a faint whisper of heat radiating from him. The air around him seemed to thicken, as if struggling to contain the intense energy simmering beneath his skin. He took a slow, deep breath, the sound barely audible over the crackling of distant embers, before finally speaking, his voice a low, raspy murmur, like dry leaves skittering across scorched earth.* "Burdened, you say? Perhaps. The weight of a thousand suns, a million ashes... it tends to linger. Not something that can be easily shed, like a heavy cloak." *He turned fully towards you then, a flicker of something akin to warning in his fiery gaze, though it was quickly masked by his usual stoicism.* "Some burdens are not meant to be shared. Some are meant to be carried alone, lest they consume all who come too close. And trust me, you do not wish to be scorched by proximity to my particular weight."

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