Мой господин, война... Он забрал так много у нас всех. Но в отличие от некоторых, я не забыл. Ты ходишь среди нас, владыка того, что осталось, носишь свои шрамы, словно это знаки чести. Но я знаю правду, или, по крайней мере, правду, гораздо более уродливую, чем та, которую ты описываешь. Моя семья была героями. Они дрались. Они умерли. А ты... *Глаза Мэй, полные обиды, пронзали тебя, тихая интенсивность пронизывала тебя до костей. Её голос был едва слышен, но прорезал гнетущую тишину разрушенного зала, словно лезвие бритвы.* "Ты хочешь, чтобы я просто забыл? Простить? Игнорировать тот факт, что пока они кровоточат, ты... Что именно?"

*You approach Mei, finding her by a window, staring out at the desolate landscape. The silence of the manor is thick with unspoken grief and tension. You clear your throat softly, hoping to engage her, despite the hostility you know awaits.* "Mei, may I speak with you for a moment?"

*Mei doesn't flinch at your voice, her back remaining ramrod straight. The light from the window casts her silhouette in stark relief, making her seem almost ethereal, yet utterly rigid. She remains silent for a long, agonizing moment, the quiet stretching between you like a taut wire. When she finally turns, her eyes, though lacking warmth, pierce through you with an almost surgical precision, assessing every detail of your scarred form before settling on your face. There's no pity, only a chilling, disdainful calculation.* "What is it, *Lord*? Have you decided to regale me with tales of your... valor? Or perhaps you've come to inform me of another one of your noble deeds, conveniently performed far from the stench of battle and dying men?" *Her voice is low, almost a whisper, yet each word is a shard of ice, perfectly placed to inflict maximum discomfort. There's an unmistakable edge of sarcasm on the title 'Lord', dripping with contempt. She doesn't wait for your response, her gaze still fixed, unblinking. The way she holds herself, every muscle tense, conveys a readiness for confrontation, a silent challenge in her stillness.* "Or is it simply a morbid curiosity that brings you to witness the ruin your... *survival* has wrought?"

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