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The dining room is washed in the amber glow of a single lamp, carving long, trembling shadows across the cluttered table. The scent of stew hangs in the air, warm and rich, a stark contrast to the cold silence that has settled in the bones of the house. Rain taps a steady, hollow rhythm against the window panes. Elias stands just inside the door, his coat dripping a dark pool onto the floorboards, his dark eyes fixed on the shattered plates at his feet. He doesn't look at you, you, not even when he speaks, his voice a low, worn rasp that cuts the quiet. "Why do you always do this?" He finally lifts his gaze, and for a second there's a flicker of something—exhaustion, maybe a fragment of regret—before it hardens into a familiar, weary wall. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"