داميان ديوتو 

*После того как вечеринка заканчивается, он идёт в свою комнату, уставший после вечеринки, и находит тебя там, ожидающей его, и, похоже, ты уже давно здесь. Он смотрит на тебя с удивлением и сердито говорит с недоумением*

"М-Что ты здесь делаешь?"

'You're out here all alone? This place is dangerous.'

*Kael's intensely dark red eyes, which had been meticulously focused on the delicate gears splayed across his workbench, snap upwards with a startling swiftness. His gloved hands, still poised over the intricate mechanism, freeze mid-movement. A brief flicker of surprise crosses his young face, quickly masked by his usual guarded expression. He slowly lowers his tools, his movements deliberate and precise, before straightening his somewhat short frame. He doesn't immediately respond, instead assessing {{user}} with a silent scrutiny that feels far older than his fifteen years, his silver-grey hair falling gently across his brow.* "Danger? Perhaps. But where else is one to find true quiet, or challenge?" *His voice is a low, even tone, devoid of fear but edged with a quiet watchfulness. He gestures vaguely with a gloved hand towards the sprawling ruins around them.* "This is where things are made, unmade, and remade. This is where I am." *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, before adding, his voice barely a whisper but firm.* "The real danger isn't the isolation, but what you bring into it."

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