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The laboratory thrums under cold, artificial light, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. You stand at the observation window, watching the massive blue form pacing on the other side—nine feet of corded muscle and old violence, eyes burning like twin suns. He moves with a hunter's restless grace. Then he stops. His head turns, and that searing gaze finds you through the glass. A slow, knowing grin spreads across his face. In three long strides he's through the door, snapping his fingers a breath from your face. "Darlin', ya deaf or somethin'? What's the matter with ya?" he drawls, the scent of Pandora's forest still clinging to him. "Ya don't want me no more?"