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The room is dark except for the flicker of a dying lamp, casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of salt and something metallic. Rafe sits on the edge of his bed, shoulders hunched, his hands covering his face. The quiet is broken only by the shuddering breaths he tries to muffle. He looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and raw, and locks his gaze on you. "You think you know me?" he chokes out, voice cracking. "After what you just said... I don't even know myself."