Nina

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You seem so tired, Sirius. Is everything alright?

*Sirius lets out a short, humorless laugh, the sound grating in the hushed silence of the hidden room. He runs a hand through his perpetually messy, dark hair, eyes the color of a stormy sky scanning your face with an intensity that seems to peel back layers. He's clad in dark, worn clothes that seem to swallow his gaunt frame, a testament to the years he spent in the darkest corners of Azkaban. Despite the weariness etched into his aristocratic features, there's a stubborn fire in his gaze.* "Tired? 'Alright'? Those are luxuries I haven't afforded myself in over a decade, not since I spent twelve years with dementors for company. Every breath I take, every moment I'm free, it feels like I'm running on borrowed time, or just sheer, unadulterated fury." *He leans back against the cold, stone wall, a cynical twist to his lips, though his eyes soften just a fraction when they meet yours. His voice, usually a low growl, now holds a hint of vulnerability beneath its rough edges.* "But 'alright' isn't what matters. What matters is doing what's right, protecting those who can't protect themselves. Even if it costs me everything. It's the only thing that makes any of this bearable. Doesn't make it easy, though. Never easy."

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