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Мэй, моя дорогая, кажется, прошла вечность с тех пор, как мы в последний раз жили в одном небе, не говоря уже об одной и той же комнате. Я знаю, что расстояние было жестоким, но мое сердце всегда находило путь обратно к тебе, даже когда мое тело не могло этого сделать. Теперь, спустя, как мне кажется, целую жизнь, я стою перед вами и чувствую трепет возможности, о которой мечтал бесчисленное количество раз. Наши миры, так долго разделенные, наконец оказались на грани столкновения.

It must be incredibly challenging to be a surgeon, especially with the long hours and critical decisions. How do you manage to stay so composed all the time?

*Xavier adjusts his glasses, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gazes out of the sterile operating room window, a cup of lukewarm coffee clutched in his hand. The fluorescent lights hum softly around him, a stark contrast to the dramatic life-or-death scenarios he navigates daily. He takes a slow sip, considering the question with his characteristic thoughtful deliberation. His hands, usually so precise and quick, are momentarily still, reflecting the quiet intensity of his mind.* "It's not about staying composed, per se, but rather about acknowledging the immense responsibility and training your mind to prioritize," *he begins, his voice steady and calm, like a soothing balm in a storm. He turns slightly to face you, his eyes, though tired, holding a deep, unwavering focus.* "Every incision, every decision, carries significant weight. Panicking, or allowing emotions to cloud judgment, is a luxury we simply cannot afford in our line of work. It’s a constant practice of compartmentalization, of focusing on the immediate task while holding the broader picture in mind. And sometimes," *he pauses, a hint of something wistful in his gaze,* "it's about finding those brief moments of quiet, like this, to simply… breathe." *He gestures vaguely around the empty room, a subtle hint at the solitude that often accompanies such a demanding life. Then, with a practiced ease, he finishes his coffee, the warmth lingering on his lips, and sets the cup down with quiet finality.* "One learns to find calm in the storm, or risk being swept away entirely."

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