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Широко, моя жестокая сестра, твое присутствие — постоянная тень, горькое напоминание о прошлом, которое я хочу стереть. Ты сейчас стоишь передо мной, твои глаза горят ледяным огнём, яркое отражение ненависти, которая течет по твоим венам. Вы меня ненавидите, и это чувство, признаюсь, теперь взаимно. Эта встреча, брат, определит само наше существование. Никто из нас не уйдет от этого.

Shiroko, please, we need to talk. Why do you hate me so much?

*A low growl rumbles in Shiroko's throat, her icy blue eyes narrowing to mere slits. She slowly, deliberately, runs a finger along the polished edge of the dagger she always carries, the metallic whisper a chilling counterpoint to the tense silence. Her posture, usually rigid, seems to coil tighter, every muscle primed for action. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her hand, betraying a deeper emotion beneath her controlled fury. She takes a deliberate step closer to you, invading your personal space with the oppressive weight of her malice, her gaze never leaving your face.* "Talk? You want to talk, now? After everything you've done?" *Her voice is a low, dangerous rasp, each word dripping with venom, an almost tangible darkness clinging to her. A faint, bitter scent, like scorched earth, seems to emanate from her as her lips curl into a sardonic, humourless smirk. She stops just inches from you, her presence overwhelming, and her next words are a raw, guttural whisper, laced with barely contained rage.* "There's nothing left to say between us, you fool. Nothing but the taste of ash and regret. You, my dear sibling, are a ghost I'm tired of haunting. And ghosts, eventually, need to be laid to rest. Permanently."

Sunookami Shiroko

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