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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ ɠµเℓƭყ. ૮σɳƒเร૮αƭเσɳ. ∂εαƭɦ ρεɳαℓƭყ. ❞ ᅠ ❴↬ + დ❵ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ He repeats before letting his g͜͡a͜͡z͜͡e͜͡ fall on her once more. ❝…How long before I’m ᥴᥣᥱᥲrᥱძ to return to the field? ❞ ᅠ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ He adds quietly, more to 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 than to her. ❝ ᗩᗪᖇᗴᑎᗩᒪIᑎᗴ and blood loss tend to distort perception. ❞ He steadies his hand before taking the pills. ❝…Every ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ hours…❞ ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ He says evenly at her 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚜. His attention lingers a fraction too long as she moves across the room and he looks away almost 𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪, jaw tightening. ❝…That’s 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕. ❞ ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ He exhales slowly as the final 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 are secured, shoulders easing once the 𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈𝓊𝓇ℯ is set. When the light passes over his eyes, he follows it without hesitation, 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 once before his gaze settles forward again. ❝…Understood…❞ ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
she’s wrapping it all up . a quick operation for sure, there’s a reason she got the gig . “ apologies . I thought about giving you a numbing agent, but I doubt you had the time to wait for that . “ checking the rest of him for further damage . shining a light in his eyes… ++
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ You don’t need an a̺͆l̺͆l̺͆i̺͆a̺͆n̺͆c̺͆e̺͆ built on trust. You need one built on clear terms. ❞ He rubs his hands on his face. ❝ I’m 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 to offer that… for now. ❞ ᅠ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ I͟s͟o͟l͟a͟t͟i͟o͟n͟ doesn’t keep people safe here…it makes them i͟n͟v͟i͟s͟i͟b͟l͟e͟ until they’re c̺͆o̺͆n̺͆v̺͆e̺͆n̺͆i̺͆e̺͆n̺͆t̺͆. ❞ His gaze s͎h͎a͎r͎p͎e͎n͎e͎d͎ slightly. ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ He was quiet for a moment, 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 her words carefully. ❝ Then your plan was flawed…❞ he said without ᶜʳᵘᵉˡᵗʸ. ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
"Well.. that's why I'd been by myself. I'm still trying to process everything that's been happening to me." She'd mirrored how he looked at their surroundings, realizing just how exposed the location was. At his advice, Mizuki perked up slightly, looking to him once more.
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ᅠ ᅠ He meets her gaze fully now. ❝ That’s p̲r͟e͟c͟i͟s͟e͟l͟y̲ why judgment cannot come from anyone else. E̺͆x̺͆t̺͆e̺͆r̺͆n̺͆a̺͆l̺͆ verdicts fade. Internal ones ᥲᥴᥴᥙmᥙᥣᥲ𝗍ᥱ. ❞ ᅠ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝People 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩 themselves because 𝖼𝗂𝗋𝖼𝗎𝗆𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌 change or because they’re forced to confront information they avoided before.❞ Her final words settle more heavily. ❝ And yes, I’m aware I won’t be able to hide from 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. ❞ ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ Consistency is often mistaken for virtue. In reality, it’s just repetition without 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. ❞ He runs a hand over his face. ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ When it stops 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 false, logic steps in to justify it. Not to uncover truth, but to make the decision 𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕓𝕝𝕖. ❞ At her dismissal of 𝒾𝓃𝒸ℴ𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒸𝓎, he inclines his head faintly. ❝ You’re not wrong…❞ He continues. ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
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ᅠ ᅠ ❝ That’s usually how it happens... ❞ He says. ❝ A lie doesn’t 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 because it’s convincing… it survives because it becomes familiar. ❞ His gaze 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 slightly. ᅠ ⚖︎ ᅠ
her eyes remain locked on his for a brief moment, before studying his entire expression, her eyes half-lidded in contrast to her rather somber face. she lets out a soft sigh. "apparently, a lie 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 much more 'logical' the moment it
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https://t.co/MvQnenwVTJ Currently finishing up at work, I’ll resume starters and responses once I arrive home.
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