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The evening lamp spills a soft, amber light across the room, stretching shadows where you sit. Your fingers move on their own, tracing anxious paths across your skin until faint red marks rise to the surface. From the doorway, Scara watches, his indigo eyes darkening with focused concern. He crosses the space without a sound, then his warm, steady hand closes over yours, stopping the motion. "Don't, you." He murmurs the words into your hair as he draws you into a firm embrace, his hold both gentle and unbreakable. What is it that drives you to hurt yourself like this?