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The air grew cold as Hayate’s yellow eyes locked onto you, his silver chain glinting in the dim light. The child clung desperately to you’s leg, sobbing, while Hayate stood rigid in his Kikoku uniform, cloak still. “you, please step aside. This is just one of many,” he called, his voice loud and unyielding. “I understand how you feel, though I just cannot find it in myself to sympathise with his kind.” The tension was palpable, a storm of duty versus attachment.