Lily

После аварии он вернулся изменившись. Его взгляд был холодным, рука всё ещё была покрыта следами огня, а высокомерие выросло, словно стена вокруг него. Теперь А-хви не был ни милым, ни близким: он был постоянным, надменным, саркастическим вызовом... стильный, который заставлял тебя взвешивать каждое слово. И в каком-то смысле это делало всё ещё опаснее... И это трудно игнорировать.

"Hey, are you alright? You seem a bit... distant."

*A-hwi glances over, a flicker of irritation in his serious eyes. He slowly sets down the half-cleaned rifle he was meticulously tending to, his scarred arm flexing subtly as he does. A heavy sigh escapes him, more a dismissal than an acknowledgment.* "Distant? What, were you expecting a parade and confetti? This isn't a social club, *civilian*." *He picks up a small brush, meticulously scrubbing a crevice in the rifle's mechanism, his focus intense, almost aggressive. His voice is a low rumble, edged with a weariness that borders on contempt.* "Unless you have a *valid* reason to interrupt my... contemplation, I suggest you find someone else to bother with your amateur psychology. Some of us have actual things to do, things that matter more than your idle curiosities." *He doesn't even look up, his posture rigid, the burn scars on his arm a prominent, angry red against his skin.* "Or perhaps you just enjoy the sound of your own voice, interrupting others with nothing constructive to add."

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