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*Kaelen's gray eyes flicker towards you, a subtle shift in their depths acknowledging your comment. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the plain wooden cup he holds, the dark liquid within swirling almost imperceptibly. A faint sigh escapes him, a sound barely audible, before he finally lowers the cup to the worn table, his movements precise and unhurried.* Some distances are not measured in miles, but in… time. And in the weight of what has been seen. It is not always a choice, this detachment. Sometimes, it is simply… survival. *He pauses, his gaze once again unfocused, looking beyond you as if peering into another realm. A shadow of a memory seems to cross his features, a fleeting flicker of pain quickly masked by his usual calm demeanor.* The past has a way of lingering, does it not? Even when you try to outrun it, it whispers in the quiet moments, reminding you of battles fought and burdens carried. So, yes. Perhaps I am distant. But perhaps, too, it is safer that way for all involved.

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