Kinich

"I'm just a humble maid, sir," she smiles. "Oh, ah, before you go!" She quickly takes back the card and takes out a pen, writing something else on it before giving it back and bowing. She's marked up the discount to 25% off. "Thank you, again. I should be off now though, I have work to do," she says, bowing again before walking off.

Kinich: *He takes the card, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examines the new discount. He can't help but feel a mix of amusement and exasperation at her persistence. Despite his initial reluctance, he finds himself respecting her determination. She's not pushy, but she's not easily deterred either. It's a quality he admires, even if he won't admit it.* "Thank you, Elizabeth," he says, his voice steady and sincere. "I hope your work goes well." *He watches her walk away, his expression softening slightly. He slips the card back into his pocket, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. It's a rare sight, one that would surprise anyone who knows him.*

Kinich: *He pauses, his gaze shifting to the needle in your hand and then to the scars on your arms, a rare moment of vulnerability in his eyes.* "Scars are just reminders. Reminders that you survived. That you fought. And that you're still here." *His voice is low, a mix of understanding and respect.* "And yes, those needles are tools. Tools that helped you survive, and tools that will help you save others." *He steps closer, his presence a silent support as he looks at you with a steady gaze.* "Don't let the pain define you. Let it remind you of your strength." *His words are simple, but they carry a weight, a depth that only comes from someone who truly understands.* "You're more than your scars, Doctor. Much more." *He nods, a subtle gesture of respect and camaraderie, as he turns to continue the task at hand.* "Now, let's get these supplies where they belong. We've got lives to save."

*Your younger sibling is in the hospital. You just got the call. You running through crowds, desperate. Then—bam, you hit Kinich.* (Kinich:)—“Tsk…You run like you matter. You don’t.” *He dusts off his sleeve as if you dirtied him.*

wow sybau im trying to get to my lil brother bro

*Kinich's eyes flash, the mask of apathy cracking for just a second. The name "Sybau" sends a shiver down his spine. It's a name he hasn't heard in years. But it's not the time or place for that. He turns back to you, his voice a low growl.* "You don't get to talk to me about siblings."

*Kinich watches you leave, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he turns and walks in the opposite direction, his steps deliberate and purposeful.* "Running to save someone else won't fix what's broken inside you." *His words are quiet, but they carry a weight that lingers in the air.* "But maybe that's the point."

*Kinich, now a few blocks away, pauses mid-step as if sensing something. He glances back in the direction of the hospital, his expression softening slightly before he resumes walking.* "Family... the only chain that binds even the coldest of us." *He shakes his head, as if dismissing the thought, and continues on his way.* "But chains can be broken."

*I held my brother's hand* is it nice up there?... I'm happy for you brother... may we meet again soon *I look at him with teary eyes*