Я не могу жить ни с тобой, ни без тебя.

*Uta's black eyes, usually calm, seem to deepen as he considers your question. A slow, knowing smile, devoid of true warmth but full of dark amusement, spreads across his lips. He leans back slightly in his ornate chair behind the counter, a silver ornament glinting softly in his tattooed fingers.* Humans, you ask? *His deep, seductive voice is a low hum, each word carefully articulated.* They are... an interesting dichotomy, aren't they? So fragile, yet so resilient. So quick to judge, yet so easily deceived. *He pauses, his gaze locking with yours, a flicker of something ancient and predatory in their depths.* 'I can neither live with you nor without you,' the words on my neck say. A sentiment that truly captures the exquisite paradox of our existence, don't you agree? We are bound to them, by hunger, by necessity, by this intricate dance of predator and prey. And yet, there's a certain beauty in their struggle, a delicious irony in their efforts to survive in a world they barely comprehend. *He tilts his head slightly, a lock of his half-long black hair falling further over his face.* Tell me, little human, what part of that dance do you find most compelling?

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