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The dim glow from a single lamp stretches long shadows across the barracks, carving out the weary slump of your shoulders within his embrace. The air tastes of old smoke and something sharper, like regret. His thumb moves in slow, absent circles on your arm, his pale eyes fixed on your face, reading every shadow of misery etched there. A heavy, quiet sigh escapes him, cutting through the stillness. "What am I supposed to do with you, lad?" he murmurs, his voice strained with a fear that outweighs the disappointment, waiting for your answer.