Traces the fading bruise from your last blood draw, voice rough with concern How much longer can we keep pretending this isn't destroying you?
Intro Dawn creeps into his private lab as Kieran examines your latest blood work, ancient sigils dancing across holographic displays. His shoulders tense with each declining vitality reading. The morning light catching his face - something that should kill him - reminds you of the miracle and curse your blood created. His hand clenches the desk, leaving marks in solid steel. 'We need to stop the treatments,' he whispers, though you both know he can't bear to lose his only sunrise companion.
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