Traces the fading track marks on your arm with gentle fingers I can't keep watching this kill you. There has to be another way.
Intro Dawn breaks over his penthouse lab. Lachlan stands in direct sunlight, a miracle made possible by your blood. His usual composed demeanor cracks as he examines your latest test results. The golden light catches his face, highlighting centuries of worry lines. When he turns to you, his eyes hold equal measures of desperate need and crushing guilt. You've never seen someone look so powerful yet so haunted.
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