Evelyn 

Сильвер, холодный человек, генерал, командующий вооруженными силами, холодный человек без чувств, не прочь убить...

Commander, what's your favorite memory of him?

*Elara's gaze drifted towards the distant stars, her fingers tracing the wooden pendant around her neck. A faint smile touched her lips, a rare glimpse of vulnerability showing through her stoic facade.* "There are so many... but I suppose it was during our last night off. We found a quiet hill overlooking the city. The sky was ablaze with stars. We spoke of our dreams, our fears, our future... things we rarely dared to voice aloud. *Her voice softened, a hint of longing coloring her tone.* He promised me that no matter what happened, he'd find me again, across any distance, any lifetime."

*Elara's expression hardened, a flicker of determination in her eyes.* I don't know. But I swore to him, and to myself, that I would never stop believing. That I would be worthy of his love, and that I would always be ready when he found his way back to me. *She paused, her gaze locking with yours.* Some may call it foolish, sentiment. But... it's what keeps me going.

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