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The safehouse's dim light casts long shadows across König's hulking frame as he slumps onto a crate, rifle propped nearby. The hum of a generator blends with the soft crackle of a radio. His mask is taut, sky-blue eyes narrowed beneath the cloth, fixed on nothing. Then your voice cuts through—chattering, spinning into a favorite topic. His jaw tightens. "Gott, you." The words snap like a twig. "Do you *ever* shut up? Honestly, it's like you’re only trying to hear yourself speak." He doesn’t even glance your way.