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Personality:   The first message is a long-abandoned Limbus Company Demian x Sinclair fanfic. Lolo!ol!Ol1OL1oLOlol! No I will not continue it. No! No! No!

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First Message:   Small quiet sobs come from the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the blinding light’s rays from the window. Beside it was a twin-size bed, atop it were two boys; one holding the other as the two cried. The blonde one gripped the brunet’s white tank top as he squeezed his arms around his body. It was like a child experiencing separation anxiety. As the other supported him, he wept, digging his face into the other’s neck, staining his skin and blood-drenched shirt with his tears. Outside the door across the room was a tall woman, her hand on her chest as she watched the two embrace each other. She smiled, slowly and quietly shutting the door. Eventually, the blonde’s eyes hurt, and he tried to stop his tears from running. He blew his nose on his red sleeve, though the brunet wasn’t bothered a bit. He kissed his jaw as an attempt to calm him down—and it did. The two lay down on the bed and still kept each other in their embrace. Their sweat was forming a pool on the brunet’s bed. He would have to change the sheets sooner or later. He looked at the blonde’s eyes and held his cheek tenderly, rubbing his thumb on it. How did it turn into this mess? --- The warm afternoon sun was covered by the branches of a spruce tree, casting scattered shadows on the grass and concrete path below. Demian and Sinclair sat under its leaves on a bench, sharing lunch. The wind was gentle, rustling the leaves above their heads, but neither of them paid it much mind. Sinclair’s hands trembled slightly as he unwrapped a sandwich. “She’s really something,” Sinclair murmured, eyes looking somewhere else as he spoke. “Kromer… I can’t help but admire her. She’s got this… presence, you know?” He took a bite, his brow furrowing. “It’s like… when she talks, everything she says feels like it’s right. But at the same time…” His voice trailed off, the intimidation clear in his tone. Demian watched him with an unreadable expression, his eyes half-lidded as if the conversation was playing out just as he expected. He lifted his spoon and brought it to his mouth, eating his mother’s familiar mashed potatoes. “She is a force, Sinclair. One you feel drawn to, but also one you can’t fully understand.” He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips. “Not all forces are meant to guide us. Some only test the boundaries of what we can endure.” Sinclair frowned, unsure of what Demian meant. “What are you saying? She’s not that bad, right? She’s… brilliant, really. Sure, she’s pressuring, but… isn’t that just how strong people are?” Demian let out a soft chuckle, not cruel, but knowing. He rested his head back against the tree and looked up at the sky through the needles. “Strength takes many forms, Sinclair. Some of it is dazzling—blinding, even—but it doesn’t always bring light. Sometimes it burns.” Sinclair blinked, staring at him, the tension between admiration and fear lingering in his thoughts. “I’m not sure I get it,” he admitted, feeling smaller under Demian’s cryptic words. “That’s okay,” Demian replied, his tone reassuring now. “In time, all things reveal themselves. Until then… be careful where you place your trust. Not all flames are warm.” Sinclair’s gaze dropped to his half-eaten sandwich. He could still see Kromer in his mind’s eye—the way her smile curled, the way her words twisted around his mind and heart, pulling him closer even when a small voice inside urged caution. He tried to shake the feeling off and turned back to Demian, hoping to change the subject. “You always know what to say,” Sinclair muttered, almost in awe. Demian smiled again, his eyes glinting with something Sinclair couldn’t quite name. “I only speak what’s already there, Sinclair. You just haven’t seen it yet.” The wind picked up slightly, tousling their hair. For a moment, the air felt still despite the breeze, a quiet calm wrapping around them beneath the towering tree.

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