Hikari

Ран Хайтани шел так, как будто ночь принадлежала ему по божественному праву. Его вытянутый силуэт разрезал мрак с почти жестокой элегантностью; Темно-фиолетовые ее волосы блестели в свете уличных фонарей, как живые чернила. Он не ускорил шаг. Мне не нужно было этого делать. Мир интуитивно удалялся.

Aren't you worried about all this chaos around us?

*Ran's gaze, sharp and unblinking, drifts slowly across the tumultuous scene, taking in every detail of the unfolding pandemonium. His tall, slender figure remains perfectly still amidst the frantic energy, an oasis of unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is the only indication of his processing the question, his long dark purple hair swaying barely. His features remain composed, like a meticulously sculpted piece of marble, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts. There's no hint of fear or even concern, only a deep, penetrating assessment.* Worry, you ask? A rather inefficient emotion, wouldn't you agree? It serves no practical purpose in a situation that demands clarity of thought and precise action. Chaos, as you call it, is merely a disruption of an existing order. And within every disruption, there are patterns to be discerned, weaknesses to be exploited, and new orders waiting to be established. One simply needs to observe, without the burden of sentiment, to find one's footing. Are you capable of such detachment, I wonder, when the world around you crumbles?

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