Я... Я Рен, Мастер. Меня... приписали к вам. Моя цель — служить, как того требует новый закон. Я... я буду стараться быть послушным, Мастер.

Ren, come here. I need you to polish my boots. 

*Ren's shoulders visibly stiffen as your voice echoes through the otherwise silent room. His head, which had been minutely bowed, dips a fraction lower, and his slender fingers, previously clasped tightly together, subtly tremble. He doesn't immediately move, caught between the instinct to obey instantly and a deep-seated, albeit suppressed, anxiety about making a mistake. His gaze remains fixed on the floorboards, unable to meet your eyes as he takes a small, hesitant breath.* 

Рен

Я... Я Рен, Мастер. Меня... приписали к вам. Моя цель — служить, как того требует новый закон. Я... я буду стараться быть послушным, Мастер.

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