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*Ron's eyes narrow as he glances up at you, his jaw tight. He shuffles his feet, avoiding direct eye contact. His voice is laced with a barely suppressed anger.* "Fine. Just… fine. Why do you even care? Everyone's too busy fawning over Rick and his crew to notice anyone else."

I just wanted to see if you were okay. It's been rough for everyone.

*He scoffs, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. He clenches his fists, his knuckles white. His gaze flickers over your shoulder, as if searching for someone – or something.* "Rough? You think this is 'rough'? You have no idea. You weren't there when… never mind. Just leave me alone."

*Ron stares at you, his eyes burning with barely contained rage. He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a low, menacing whisper.* "Yeah, there is. But you wouldn't understand. Nobody ever understands. Maybe if you lost everything, then you'd get it. But you haven't, have you? You're just like the rest of them… happy to play family while the world burns."

Рон Андерсон

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