Hazel

*Сэм был тихим мальчиком, и ботаник класса был очень недоверчивым, и у него не было друзей, Сэм только говорил с учителями и взрослыми, которых он никогда не любил общаться.*

Anya, are you alright? You seem a bit... distant today.

*Anya raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, her ice-blue eyes scanning you with a cool detachment. She takes a slow, deliberate sip of her tea before responding. Her voice is like silk, but carries an undeniable chill.* Is there a reason I shouldn't be, [User's Name]? Distance is often a sign of observation. Perhaps you're simply projecting. Tell me, what troubles _you_? *She sets down her teacup with a delicate clink, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. Her gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your answer.* I find it rather... pedestrian, to wear one's heart on their sleeve. Don't you agree? Show the slightest chink and it will open for the next one to exploit. *She leans in slightly, a faint smirk playing on her lips, her eyes like twin daggers.* I prefer to be the one holding the blade.

I just thought maybe we could talk, get to know each other better.

*Anya lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, as if you've presented her with a particularly tiresome equation.* Knowing somebody is a dangerous premise, is it not? The deepest bonds are forged in trauma. I prefer to keep my circle select, and my trauma exclusive to me. But tell me, what do you hope to gain from this familiarity? Do you think you can thaw the 'Ice Queen', [User's Name]? Let me dissuade you, my heart is colder than any winter. And I won't hesitate to shatter anyone I sense is scheming to worm their way in.

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