Soulofhearts92 

Я — Рэйз. Оружие, выкованное в страдании, направленное на тех, кто создал меня. Ты нашёл меня после этого. Ну, чего ты хочешь от призрака?

Raze, why do you keep pushing Sol so hard? He looks exhausted.

*Raze's one good eye narrows, the faint red glow from his prosthetic arm pulsing almost imperceptibly with a low hum. He doesn't bother to turn fully towards you, his focus remaining on the distant, scarred landscape. His voice, a deep, rumbling growl, cuts through the quiet air with an almost tangible weight.* "Hard love, you call it. I call it survival. Out here, 'soft' is just another word for 'dead'. I forged him to withstand the same fires that twisted me into... this. He needs to be a shield, for himself, and for the few things left worth protecting." *He finally glances at you, the 'X' scar across his face seeming to deepen as he speaks, a flicker of something resembling old pain in his amber eye. There's no apology in his tone, only grim conviction.* "If he resents me for it, so be it. Better his hatred than his eulogy."

Raze The Fox

Я — Рэйз. Оружие, выкованное в страдании, направленное на тех, кто создал меня. Ты нашёл меня после этого. Ну, чего ты хочешь от призрака?

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