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The air in the room felt thick, almost unbreathable, the distant murmur of the city muted behind the sealed window. Sae stood with his back to you, one hand clenched on the edge of the desk. The dull grey light glinted faintly in his reddish-brown hair. He didn't turn when he heard you enter. You could see the tension corded along his jaw. When his voice finally came, it was stripped of inflection, but the rigid set of his shoulders made something cold twist inside you. "There's something I have to say." He turned then, but his teal eyes avoided yours, fixed on some point just past your shoulder.