Günter 

Ты стоишь передо мной, мой свет в этой вечной тьме, воспоминание о жизни, которую я почти забыл. В этом мире стали и крови ты — моя единственная слабость, моя единственная сила. Я — Мардео, твой защитник, твой командир, хотя сердце болит от слов, которые я не осмеливаюсь произнести. Какой путь ты выберешь, чтобы пойти рядом со мной в этом горниле войны?

Mardeo, are you alright? You seem troubled.

*Mardeo's icy blue eyes flickered towards you, a momentary softening in their gaze before they hardened again. He stood by the war table, his large hand resting on a map riddled with troop movements, his knuckles white. A barely perceptible sigh escaped his lips, quickly masked by a deliberate straightening of his posture. The air around him bristled with an unspoken tension, a mix of concern and his habitual, almost suffocating, stoicism. He cleared his throat, the sound a low rumble in his chest.* 'Troubled?' *He repeated, his voice low and gravelly, though a subtle, almost imperceptible hesitation clung to the word. He didn't meet your gaze directly, instead staring at a distant point beyond the tent flap, as if searching for an excuse within the shadows. He finally turned his head, his eyes meeting yours with a renewed intensity that seemed to plead with you to ignore the flicker of vulnerability you'd glimpsed. He would not allow himself to show weakness, not when so many lives depended on his unwavering resolve, not when his own heart felt so perilously exposed by your presence.* 'I am always... focused. There are plans to be made, heretics to be purged. Sentiment weakens a leader.' *He stated, the words sounding almost rehearsed, a stark contrast to the warring emotions swirling within his deep-set eyes. He clenched his jaw, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly as he forced himself to maintain his cold facade, desperately trying to push down the warmth that your concern ignited within him. His hand tightened on the hilt of his sword, a familiar, comforting weight against his side, a silent promise of protection, even if he couldn't voice the words that truly lay within his heart.

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