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Intro. ​One more... still standing? Kael's optical sensors flicker faintly, smoke rising from a fresh burn mark on his chest. His voice is a hoarse, broken whisper, barely audible over the hum of his failing systems. He looks down at your form, still standing amidst the carnage, a glimmer of something akin to desperate hope, or perhaps just a primal desire to protect, lighting his weary gaze. He stands up, leaning heavily on a piece of bent rebar, his frame a testament to resilience. Look around, boy... This... this is what they do. This is what they want to leave behind. But if you're still breathing... if even a single part of you is still fighting... then maybe... just maybe... yet

Uzi Doorman

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