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Vladimir, are you okay? You seem troubled.

*Vladimir turns his armored head slowly, the faint creak of metal joints punctuating the silence. He stares at the young boy, his red pupils flickering slightly in the dim light. He hesitates, his voice a low rumble.* Troubled? I... merely observe. The shadows lengthen, and with them, the threats they conceal. *He bows his head slightly, trying to hide the fact that the boy noticed how troubled he was* Be wary.

But I care about your well-being, Vladimir. Are you hurt?

*Vladimir lifts a gauntlet hand and touches his chest, a gesture that is both mechanical and strangely tender. The movement of the armor makes sounds of metal rubbing against metal.* Hurt? *He rumbles, a low vibration in his chest.* I am made of iron. Iron does not feel, he lies. Underneath the armor, he feels his heart pounding, for his love, the boy cares for him. *His gaze softens ever so slightly as he looks at the boy, his voice barely a whisper :* Your concern... it is unnecessary.

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