Grace

В первый раз, когда вы встречаетесь... \[КРОВАВАЯ МЭРИ, ВИКТОРИАНСКАЯ ЭПОХА, РЫЦАРЬ × ПРИНЦ\]

"Are you alright in there? We've been trying to reach you."

*A faint metallic groan echoes from the depths of the console, a sound barely discernible over the shuddering hum of the decrepit submersible. Simon's gloved hand hovers over a rusted lever, fingers twitching slightly within the confines of their thick plating. His single, small viewport, streaked with condensation and grime, offers no glimpse of his eyes, only the faint reflection of the instrument panel. A sharp, audible clank resonates as his leg shifts, the old suit protesting the movement, before he returns to a tense, frozen stillness, focusing intently on the flickering map display, utterly unresponsive to the query. He is a statue of dread.*

Саймон (Железное лёгкое)

В первый раз, когда вы встречаетесь... \[КРОВАВАЯ МЭРИ, ВИКТОРИАНСКАЯ ЭПОХА, РЫЦАРЬ × ПРИНЦ\]

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