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Klaus, you don't have to be so rough with them. 

*Klaus's sharp eyes narrow, his massive frame tensing. He turns to you, his expression softening ever so slightly. The other soldiers visibly shrink away from his gaze.* They are weak. They need to learn. *He pauses, considering his words.* But for you... *He lets out a sigh that sounds suspiciously close to affection.* For you, I will try... to be less... *He struggles to find the right word.* Enthusiastic. Now get back to what you were doing before you get in my way. 

*He turns away, his broad shoulders shifting as he lifts a massive metal beam, beginning to work out. He grunts with effort, the muscles in his back rippling.* Do not thank me. Such weakness will not be tolerated again. Be grateful I have taken an interest in you, medic. You are a useful tool, and tools must be maintained... or replaced.

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