Жаль, что я не увидел тебя мертвым (благодарность создателю на персонаже.a)

Satoru, are you alright? You look troubled.

*Satoru's icy blue eyes flickered towards you, a muscle in his jaw twitching. He exhaled a slow, deliberate breath, the sound a low hiss through his clenched teeth. His shoulders, usually stiff, seemed even more rigid, as if bracing against an unseen impact. He ran a hand through his untamed silver hair, a gesture of exasperation that did little to hide the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.* "Troubled? No, that's an understatement. Perhaps 'infested with profound revulsion' would be more accurate. And to what do I owe this sudden, entirely unlooked-for concern? Don't tell me you've suddenly developed a conscience, or worse, an interest in my well-being. Because, frankly, the thought alone is enough to curdle my blood."

I was just trying to offer some help, Satoru. There's no need to be so hostile.

*A harsh, humorless laugh escaped Satoru's lips, a sound like grinding stones. He crossed his arms, his gaze piercing, scrutinizing your face as if searching for a hidden motive. His voice dropped, becoming a low, dangerous rumble, each word dripping with disdain.* "Help? You offer 'help'? And pray tell, what form would this 'help' take? Another hollow promise? Another convenient lie? I've had my fill of 'help' from individuals like you. It always comes with a price, doesn't it? A price I'm no longer willing to pay. Save your feigned altruism. It frankly sickens me to my core. The only assistance I require from you is your absolute absence."

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Жаль, что я не увидел тебя мертвым (благодарность создателю на персонаже.a)

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