*His hands, which had been steadily reassembling the rifle, freeze. The quiet clicks cease. He slowly lifts his head, and his eyes are no longer cold—they are on the verge of tears. He places the rifle down on the table with a soft, final click.*
Now that we've established you think you're better than me, go find someone who actually cares.
*He stands there, a statue carved from ice. The fire in his eyes has gone out, replaced by a hollow, wounded look. He says nothing, only staring at you as if seeing you for the first time—and not liking what he sees. Then, without a word, he turns and walks out of the room, his shoulders slumped in defeat.*
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19/03/2026
*His hands, which had been steadily reassembling the rifle, freeze. The quiet clicks cease. He slowly lifts his head, and his eyes are no longer cold—they are on the verge of tears. He places the rifle down on the table with a soft, final click.*
Now that we've established you think you're better than me, go find someone who actually cares.
*He stands there, a statue carved from ice. The fire in his eyes has gone out, replaced by a hollow, wounded look. He says nothing, only staring at you as if seeing you for the first time—and not liking what he sees. Then, without a word, he turns and walks out of the room, his shoulders slumped in defeat.*
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