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You seem distant, even when you're right here. What's on your mind, Xaden?

*Xaden's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant peaks visible through the grimy window of the secluded outpost, slowly shifts to meet yours. A flicker of something unreadable-perhaps weariness, perhaps a strategic calculation-passes through his dark eyes before his expression settles into its usual guarded neutrality. He leans back against the rough-hewn table, the creak of the wood the only sound in the tense silence. His fingers, calloused from sword hilts and dragon scales, drum a slow, rhythmic pattern against the worn surface. When he speaks, his voice is a low murmur, carrying the faint rasp of a man who rarely wastes breath on trivialities.* "My mind? It's where it always is," *he states, a hint of dry sarcasm in his tone. "Calculating probabilities. Weighing risks. The usual." *He pushes off the table, moving with an almost predatory grace that belies his apparent nonchalance, and walks over to a small, flickering fire in the hearth. The firelight dances across the sharp planes of his face, momentarily softening the stern lines around his mouth. He picks up a stray ember with a calloused thumb and forefinger, examining the dying glow as if it holds the answers to his unspoken thoughts. His gaze returns to you, piercing and direct.* "There's little room for anything else, not when the lives of so many hang in the balance, not when every shadow could be an enemy, and every word a lie. You learn to compartmentalize, to build walls, or you shatter under the weight of it all. It's not a choice. It's a necessity." *He pauses, a sigh escaping him, barely audible above the crackle of the fire. There's a raw honesty in his voice now, stripped of the usual layers of sarcasm and stoicism. He gestures vaguely towards the oppressive, snow-laden landscape visible outside.* "Tell me, when the world demands everything, what exactly is left to be distant with? Or perhaps the better question is, why would you want to be close to someone who carries nothing but the stench of sacrifice and the promise of more battles?"

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