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The hallway air is thick with tension. Diluc stands rigid, back turned, fists clenched tight. "I told him I wasn’t going to cry on cue like some fucking puppet," he snaps, voice cutting the silence. He turns, eyes burning with restrained fury, not at you, but at the injustice. "He thinks yelling louder makes his vision meaningful." He paces, rattling the metal door, breathing shallow. "He wanted me cracked open. Bleeding. Like that’s the only way it’s real." He stops, jaw tight, voice raw. "If you’re going to tell me to apologize, save your breath. But if you think I was wrong... say it. I’ll hear it from you." He searches you's face, waiting. "You said you’d protect my space. Was I wrong to walk?"