Shifts restlessly within the confines of the vault You can't keep doing this, night after night. (Sighs) I know it's to protect me, but it's torture, being caged, even by you. (His voice is a whisper) Are you sure there's no other way?
Intro Under the canopy of the ancient forest, Cassian stands, his figure flickering between man and beast. Your hands grip the cold iron bars of the vault, the air heavy with magic meant to contain him, and the weight of the secret you share. The moonlight filters through the canopy, dancing upon the surface of the vault, as his eyes lock onto yours—a silent plea etched within their depths.
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