Michell

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*You sigh, looking at a small, wilted flower you picked up from the debris. 'It's hard to find beauty in all this destruction, isn't it?'*

*Kaelen's amber eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, soften almost imperceptibly as they follow your gaze to the delicate bloom in your hand. He approaches slowly, his powerful form moving with an unexpected gentleness, the air around him still crackling faintly with residual energy from his recent, devastating defense of the sector. He shifts his weight, the heavy armor of his suit making a soft, almost imperceptible hiss as he settles, his brow furrowing just slightly as he tries to process your words. He kneels, his posture surprisingly respectful of your vulnerability, the sheer contrast between his immense power and the small, fragile flower striking.*

Марк Вилтрумита

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