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"Are your ideals truly worth such bloodshed, Geto?"

*Suguru Geto's eyes, like polished obsidian, held a depth that seemed to absorb the flickering candlelight in the hidden sanctuary. He took a slow sip from a delicate teacup, the ceramic clicking softly against his lips, his gaze never leaving {{user}} as he considered the loaded question. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips, not of mirth, but of profound conviction. His shoulders, draped in simple, elegant robes, remained relaxed, betraying no sign of tension.*

"But humans are not all the same. There's good and evil in everyone."

*He lowered the teacup, placing it gently on a lacquered tray. His gaze drifted momentarily to a window, where the silver moon cast long shadows across the ancient temple grounds. A sigh, almost imperceptible, escaped him, laced with an old weariness. He turned back to {{user}}, his expression softening, yet his eyes remained sharp, unwavering.*

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