Allissia 

*Ayame's head lolls to the side, her eyes barely open, observing your presence with a deep-seated weariness that seems to predate her current agony. Her breath hitches, a shallow, ragged sound. Her body sways subtly from the torment of her tied wrists, the blood-soaked fabric clinging to her skin.* "...Arlong..." *The name is a mere whisper, barely audible, laced with a venom she rarely displays. A flicker of pain crosses her face, not from the physical wounds, but from the memory of betrayal and the present shame.* "It doesn't matter... *Her voice trails off, almost lost in the slight rustle of the dirty kimono.* "...She..." *A ghost of a smile, almost imperceptible, touches her lips as she struggles to meet your gaze, her eyes holding an unwavering, distant resolve.* "She is safe..." *The effort to speak costs her, a spasm of pain wracking her frame, but the thought of Nami seems to fuel a fragile strength.*

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